Public Wake Up

[Unknown]

//: Coruscant //:
//: Unnamed Hotel //:
//: Wake Up //:

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A dark ceiling.
Unrecognizable.
In a city.​

Eyes fluttered open, trying to gather some sort of reality. The millions of lights flickered in the window that resided at the end of the bedroom. Reaching out, a hand felt the expensive stiff sheets. They were cold. The whole room was cold. ​

A cloud escaped between two thin lips, chapped - they hurt. A hand touched the burning lips as another cloud, more prominent this time, escaped. It was cold; only then the air conditioner and recycler noises echoed. Curiosity painted across the features of the girl as she crawled towards the machines under the window. They were the reason it was cold, and she needed to shut it off. Kneeling down, she brought her knees to her chest and examined the words written on the dials. ​

None of it made sense. It was all foreign to her. A frown etched across her face; once more, she was reminded of the chapped lips. Habitually, her tongue moved along the damaged skin, providing much-needed moisture. The sensation felt new but old, all the same. The issue of the cold room would have to wait. She needed to do something else, but what? ​

Standing fully, she looked around the room. It seemed she had been here for some time. Cartons of take out littered the wastebasket while the bed seemed slept in for or at least it did for the past few nights. Tilting her head, strands of green hair scattered along her face. Fingers touched each strand as she pushed it back. Such an exciting color, why would she have done such a thing? Blinking, she couldn't grasp the concept of her hair being the color it was; there was no rhyme or reason in her mind. ​

As her mind began to work through this revelation, the girl pulled a hair tie from her wrist as she always had and tied her hair back. It was short. For some reason, she thought her hair was long since it could drape around her face. Shrugging, she decided her hair was the last of her worries. Feet shuffled along the short carpet as her eyes examined the room. This was probably where she was staying for some reason. A bag hung from a hook near the door. She took the bag and slung it over her shoulder, and quickly left the room. ​

The place where she stayed was well kept. Obviously, it took money to stay here, but why was she here? People walked by, not acknowledging her presence. Her stomach growled; she wondered when it was the last time she ate. ​

Again another thought she couldn't fathom. Another habit, she bit her finger as she thought, trying to remember what had happened before the moment she woke up—still nothing. ​

Suddenly the scent of food lingered in the air, and she soon found herself following it. ​

"Welcome back, my friend." ​

A voice spoke, causing her to blink. It was familiar but not. The man led her to a table where food awaited her. "As usual, it's covered." She nodded and sat down, quickly she began to eat, forgetting the rest of the patrons. There were other seats and placements. She wondered if they were meant for others to join her. Possibly they would be able to tell her what was going on. ​

Chewing on the leg of some animal, she looked around. Nothing was familiar, and she suddenly felt her heart beating in her throat.​

 

[Onrai]

"She's awake."

The voice seemed ethereal, yet from one nearby, and was certainly a representation of its owner. When a woman had shown up in the galaxy's most proactive world as what could have only been described as a blank slate, an empty canvas waiting to be painted upon, Vanessa had no choice but to travel to the world. Her identity as Myra Subach, the onetime proprietor of the former Subach-Innes and Emeritus Industries, had remained intact as an ally of the Republic, predetermined activity having effectually rendered her a reclusive yet still active presence disconnected from that of Vanessa herself over the decades she had remained quiet.

One never knew when such a face was needed.

Vanessa maneuvered into the room with grace and poise, as would be expected from one with a noble demeanor. There was no sign of a Force presence within her - such was well masqued, as were her more inhuman features, hidden and shrouded behind the illusion of her pixie cut-wearing brown-haired self, blue eyes twinkling as she stepped into the role she had once played many years ago, shaking off the rust and slipping into the life she once possessed during her brief dalliance with the side of good.

"Hello there, miss. Is it true? Do you not know or remember anything?" If this was true, perhaps she was left over from one of the experiments performed after the collapse of the Republic. Perhaps a leftover from the vaults of the former Emperor Carnifex. Or perhaps she had run into an ancient artifact.

The options were endless when you were truly an Unknown .

 

[Jaya Tandris]

Jaya was sure the heat on her had died down since she was last on Coruscant. With everything that happened between then and now, not least of which the Sith Empire's razing of the planet, it probably meant any kind of record on her was lost. Which was a very good thing, considering the fact she helped someone break in, and then out of a maximum security prison. That was years ago now, though, and nobody had tried to arrest her yet. A good start to her trip, all things considered.

The woman had come to Coruscant for an 'appointment' with yet another shady figure who needed her help. They had refused to explain what they needed her help for, in fear of their correspondence being intercepted, which meant it was pretty much a shot in the dark. The unknown was often risky business, but Jaya was a sucker for risk. Their meeting would be tomorrow, which meant she still had a day to fill.

What better way to start than getting a bit to eat?

Popping into the first establishment she came across, Jaya quickly looked around for any empty tables. With the time of day being what it was, however, the place was a little too crowded. As such, she'd have to hope she could share one with someone. Her hopes were placed on a green-haired girl who sat alone, though the other placements around her probably meant she was waiting for other people already. Still, it was worth a try.

When Jaya walked over, the girl ended up being joined by another woman. She was still too far away to hear what was being said, but when she did come within earshot, she wasted little time waiting.

"Hey," Jaya said in greeting, waiting for the two to react before continuing. "Got an open seat? I hate to ask, but it's a lil' busy."

Unknown Onrai ​

 

[Kyyrk]

S E A R C H
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The trip to Coruscant had been uneventful. And after the year Voph had been having, that was exactly how he liked it. He sat reclined in the pilot's seat, letting his mind wander. Darcy had the ship on autopilot for now. He would not have to retake the controls until final approach. His guest had settled quite happily in the EVE unit, last he knew she was staring at a vista from Makeb. Voph had been mildly surprised when Hester had expressed an interest in traveling to Coruscant with him. Even if it was for something that would ultimately benefit the Abrion Pact.

He had spent enough time with her to not be an entirely bad host, then had retreated to the cockpit. He wished to collect his thoughts before landing. The trip to Coruscant was not overly long, but it was enough. Voph had already made reservations at a hotel on the planet that he believed would suit Hester. He himself had no intention of staying anywhere nice. He would simply reside aboard the Star for the duration of their stay. It did not bother him.

After all, what is the point of paying for a place to sleep when one did not sleep?

Voph sighed quietly, his seat pitching forward as the console beeped to inform them of their imminent arrival. "We're about to drop out of Hyperspace, Viceroy. If you don't like turbulence you had best strap in." Voph tuned the shield to prepare it for atmospheric flight, and took hold of the control sticks to prepare for the inevitable buck as the ship entered real space. As soon as it attained reality, Voph pushed the thrusters forward towards the planet's surface. His quarry was sighted in the vicinity of the hotel, hence his booking. The pair intended to stay a couple days, and their arrival would place them arriving in time for the evening meal.

"Hailing Coruscant Port Authority, this is the Obsidian Star, requesting docking at private pad DL-884. Sending reservation information now." Voph always made a point of reaching out to the Port Authority before entering their airspace. Perhaps it was the strict security that had been in place over Vylmira all these years. Or perhaps it was his time upon the world of Dromund Kaas during the height of Vitiate's Empire. Either way, he knew from experience. When an unidentified vessel started approaching a capital world, it tended to make the authorities concerned. "Coruscant Port Authority to Obsidian Star, what is your business on Coruscant?"

"Private matter. Visiting a relative in the sector indicated." "Understood Obsidian Star, standby."

The cockpit became quiet for a moment as the Star continued to descend into Coruscanti airspace. "You're cleared for arrival. DL-884. Please reduce your speed as you enter the atmosphere, and follow all air-traffic guidances." "Understood CPA. Obsidian Star Out."

Within a few more uneventful minutes, the Star had landed upon the designated pad. Voph and Hester had disembarked, and were making their way to the lobby. Whatever bags Hester had seen fit to bring, Voph carried for her. Though he did not wear a helmet with his battle armor, he did wear a hood pulled low over his head. Being recognized as the Lord Commander would likely be a deterrent if the wrong people discovered his identity. Even worse, last time he had checked, Coruscant was still HER domain. And he would rather not encounter her again. Not this soon. He still had mixed feelings about it all.

If anyone asked that did not know them, Voph was merely Hester's bodyguard. And for this purpose Voph did not carry his lightsaber with him. Instead opting for his sidearm and rifle. His armor was concealed in part under his traveling cloak, but it did not mask its presence completely. Voph and Hester were ushered towards the front desk, where the bags were handed over and Hester was checked in. If it was not obvious that Voph had not secured a room for himself, it was now. But it passed without comment from him. "Come. We should get something to eat. I will begin my search tomorrow morning."

But as the two drew nearer the dining hall, Voph could feel something...familiar. Someone. As they looked about the crowded hall, Voph realized with a sinking feeling that there were precious few tables. "We may have to double up. Best we keep a low profile." Voph surveyed the room once more, and decided upon the best table being one partially occupied by three females. An odd trio, to be sure, and one certainly with something to hide. "Pardon me, would you permit us to join you? All the other seats are spoken for."

Unknown || Hester Shedo || Onrai | Jaya Tandris

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[Amea Virou]

Unknown // Onrai // Jaya Tandris // Kyyrk

He was here. Somewhere in this room was a man that Amea had tracked for a week now. From Corulag to her supposed home on Dantooine, and now finally here. A predator amongst sheep, a man that Amea had put in the ground repeatedly many times before. Not necessarily him, but others like him. Today was in no way different either. He was a danger to people around him and he had to be put down like the dog he was.

Dressed in a leather jacket and hoodie she felt underdressed for the establishment she practically broke into. The doors burst open and she quickly stepped in, all eyes setting on her before she let out an awkward grimace and a quiet “Sorry, sorry sorry.”

“There you are!” She exclaimed across the room from the man and his green-haired victim. One of the security personnel approached her and Amea quickly dodged out of their grip. “Don’t touch me.” She exhaled and took a seat by the table, no permission asked for. “Dear sky above, I swear it’s like you’re trying to hide from me or something.”

Eyes set on the woman next to him, the one with a turkey leg in her mouth.

“Is this that Emerald girl you talked about?” Amea glanced at her, dared the man to speak up against her statement. From the fear in his eyes it was clear as day he knew why she was here. “She’s pretty, how much did she cost you?”

“Why, uh…” He was perplexed at the whole scene. “Of course! She cost me nothing at all.”

 

[Hester Shedo]

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Hester didn't mind travelling outside the Confederacy. She enjoyed travel in all its forms, even lengthy journeys that called for her to simply sit and stare at the stars, the only indication they were nearing their destination by the digital readouts around them. The ship Kyyrk was piloting was comfortable and she didn't feel out of place. She might be afforded a little more luxury these days but she was no stranger to all walks of life. She was sat, strapped in. Voph had been more than accommodating and she didn't mind taking a subservient role, passive to his guiding way. She liked him and they had certainly seen some conflict in recent months. She felt strange, to walk with such giants within the Confederate government. She didn't let on that she was nervous, however. It would be fun to be unrecognizable for a short while.​

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She had never been to Coruscant. Well, she had. Just the once. Her husband had brought her for some business venture that had inevitable turned sour, as his work so often had. She sniffed, trying to erase the thought of him from her mind. He was gone for a reason and it didn't serve to linger on his memory.​

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The ship had landed, making for a relatively smooth entrance. Coruscant was still impressive, certainly a far cry from the relative calm of Scarif. Voph had taken her bag, a light leather satchel that contained all she might need. The rest was already unpacked in the ship and there was no point in bringing it all with them. She watched as they were signed in, keeping a careful eye on the staff. She wasn't accustomed to being so...vulnerable. She did not doubt she was in one of the safest pairs of hand the galaxy might offer but she still felt...accessible to danger.​

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She didn't say much, breathing a slight sigh of relief to know that he had his own rooms. She doubted he would have imposed. He might carry rank but she was still planetary Viceroy, Governor and Representative of an entire planet. She commanded a large PDF, was a vocal voice in the most powerful political bloc in the CIS and rising star of the Viceroyalty, as well as some-what protégé an Exarch-cum-Sith Lord. She might be incognito but she wasn't a nobody.​

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Voph stopped, making move towards a trio at a table. There was some space for the two and he clearly intended to make them share. She huffed inwardly but smiled. He spoke to the trio. She chimed in, even putting on a subtle Scarifan drawl. She might not sound like she was typically of her homeworld but it came out, whether she had meant it or not.​

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"Yes. Don't mind us. Impossible to get a table in here, it seems."​

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She looked at the trio.​

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"I'm Dina." She smiled her smile. It said so much.​

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Kyyrk Unknown Onrai Jaya Tandris ​

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[Unknown]

//: Coruscant //:
//: Unnamed Hotel //:
//: Wake Up //:

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If the evening's earlier events had not already frightened the viridian haired girl, what happened next definitely would. Already she was a little confused about how she got here or why she was here, but at least there was food. Her stomach growled in desperation as she continued to shovel the gourmet food into her mouth. Despite the hunger, table manners were abided. A clue to her upbringing, a clue to her past - but the girl paid the thought no mind. ​

Her focus was the food. ​

A warmth filled her chest as the meats and vegetables' deliciousness passed her lips and danced across her taste buds. Never before had she tasted such delicacies. It was the perfect moment, the kind of moment you saw in a holoflick trailer about a holiday movie. Alas, the precious moment was shattered when a stranger interjected in the emerald girl's foodie dream. ​

The half-eaten turkey leg found its way back on the plate in front of her. She stared up at the woman who was speaking words that she could barely understand. Tilting her head, she didn't understand why the woman would come up to her and ask her such pointed and direct questions. A few of the words, when she actually focused on them, she understood their meaning. ​

Onrai ​

What a funny thing to ask a stranger, the girl thought quietly as she stared at the woman who seemed to be expecting a particular answer. Orbs of Amber stared at the brunette woman, shaking her head; her gut told her that the information the woman was seeking was something that she couldn't tell her. After the answer, she fully expected the short-haired brunette to find her way somewhere else. The girl was reasonably certain that whoever the woman was looking for was not her. The sound of her chair scooting echoed as she created some space between her and the overly forward woman. ​

Jaya Tandris ​

The next woman to arrive seemed to be friendlier. She took a seat, and the viridescent haired girl smiled softly. Another new habit and urge made her reach forward and slide the food plate towards the new woman. "Yes." She answered and continued to push food towards her new companion. The feeling she received from this new woman was warmer and less foreboding. ​

Kyyrk & Hester Shedo ​

Tonight it seemed the lost elven girl was the popular one in all of Coruscant. With a more resonant voice and a companion, another this time entered the room and zeroed in on her table. Eyes fluttered as she nodded, seeing that her table was now full. She once more obeyed the urge to pass food to them. "Yes." Her voice strained as she answered, wondering if that was the only word she knew: either way, the need to please and be welcoming pushed her on. ​

Happily, she smiled at her table guests, she didn't know any of them, but maybe they knew her. She waited to hear something more from them - possibly a name if she could. Introductions were going to be awkward, especially since she couldn't fathom what she was called. Either way, things would sort themselves out more than likely. Once more, her fingers wrapped around the half eaten leg, and she began to chew again. ​

The company was friendly. But the woman that came with the man spoke a name. Pausing, the girl waited and looked at the others waiting for them to say something. Awkwardness began to rear its ugly head, and the girl smiled and nodded. "Yes." Then continued to eat. ​

Amea Virou ​

Suddenly, when things seemed to have started to calm down, the doors burst open, and a brunette woman stood there. Eyes blinked quickly as the turkey leg nearly hung out of her mouth. There was panic; she sensed it as the woman began to shout words that she couldn't fully comprehend. It seemed that the man that fed her and the woman knew each other. Looking at the other guests and then back at the pair that were now focused on her. ​

What was all this excitement? More words, words that, for some reason, gave her the same warmth as the food, were said about her. Happily, she mused over them and wondered their meaning. ​

Pretty. Emerald. What did they mean, and why were they about her? Either way, a good feeling was a good feeling. ​

"Yes!" The pretty emerald girl clapped as she watched with excitement as to what was going to happen next.​

As she watched, security started to fill the room. Whoever this woman in black was, she wasn't supposed to be here. Patrons began to leave as the guards trickled their way in. They did their best to keep the peace, but the whole room now stared at the woman in black, the patrons at the table, and the very confused teenager. ​

"Yes?"​

 

[Kyyrk]

F A M I L I A R?
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Voph frowned at Hester as she spoke up. They needed to keep a low profile, yes. But not that low a profile. But there was something...unsettling that had come over him. Something wasn't right here. The young girl that for all the world behaved like a child was the very source of the familiarity Voph had felt. Why? He'd never met the girl before in his life. But the way she gnawed on the leg of...whatever beast had been served tonight...Voph had seen that kind of behaviour before.

Voph's head snapped up as he looked towards the doors. A commotion had broken out. A diminutive figure dashed into the room, followed closely by security guards. Naturally, the troublemaker landed right by them. Voph and Hester were now subject to far more scrutiny than he had intended. But he could not move past the girl's responses. Yes. Yes. like it was the only word she knew. Deep down, Voph felt something churn inside him. His original mission was forgotten now. For now? He wanted to help this girl.

"I think there's something wrong with the girl, Hester." The Force carried his voice so that only Hester might hear his words. "I've seen that kind of behavior before. Mind blank. I'd bet on it." While he didn't say her mind had been intentionally wiped, he didn't say that it hadn't. True or not, it was the first thing to come to mind. "Stay with her, try to keep her in your sight. I'm going to try and get security to get a medical team for her. Most importantly, keep her calm. if you need me, signal." With that, Voph turned and pushed his way through the crowd back out into the lobby. He hurried to the front desk and told the waiting attendant, "There's a young lady in the dining hall that may need medical attention. She's with my boss right now. Would it be possible to get a medic team to check up on her?"

Hester Shedo || Unknown || Onrai || Jaya Tandris || Amea Virou

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[Onrai]

Myra’s eyebrow raised as the Unknown reacted to her inquiry. She had asked if the woman didn’t remember anything, and the woman’s response was... well... that no, she did remember something. Myra looked at the man who had assisted her and raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “So she hasn’t been blanked through chemical, technological, or means of an artifact.” She muttered to herself. She had watched how the woman had eaten her meal and realized that she at least had an understanding of what was going on.

Hence the fear.

“You.” She pointed to one of the security men that had followed Amea Virou into the room. “Contact the medical room and tell them Myra Subach is bringing someone down for tests. We have someone who’s dealing with serious memory loss. You.” She pointed at another Guard. “I have no idea who this woman is, but she’s making accusations of this man that are currently unprovable except in a court of law. Remove her from the area.” In truth, Vanessa had no idea as to whether or not the man had done anything criminal - however when she had been informed as to the blank’s presence, she knew it was important to reach the woman first. This wasn’t going to be another case of Braith, nor of the Ashin clone she had once come across. How fortunate there was no red-headed Omegan to interfere this time.

“And you.” She motioned at the rest of the many hotel security men who simply stood there doing nothing. “Get a secure perimeter formed and ensure there are no patrons who can be at risk. Our utmost importance is getting Miss...” her voice trailed off as she realized this woman didn’t even know who her name was. “This young lady checked up on.” She looked back at the elven girl.

“Do you have a name, young one?” Myra’s kindliness was effectively on display.

Kyyrk Jaya Tandris Hester Shedo

 

[Strappa The Thicka]

Gat Tambor​

Every atom in the walls of the UNNAMED HOTEL screamed. Careening down from the sky, the Lord of Girth crashed through the ceiling. The ground quaked as his geonosian feet dug into the tile. Exactly forty-six people died instantly from the mere sight of Strappa's arrival. More souls to feed his warpath.

Strappa couldn't remember why he was here. Something about the Bryn'adul and THE MIGHTY GAT TAMBOR. Strappa made way for another arrival. The furnishings erratically flew across the room, making way for his stride. Not even the inanimate dared to defy him.

The Lord of Girth turned his eyes towards the ceiling. The hotel began to scream again. Someone was coming.

 

[Oni'Maera]

There is always one of these bastards who want to talk chit. Though, I will say. this cyborg of a being could deliver powerful blows. Slamming through the wall. Groans of slight pain. This cybernetic body was one of strength and speed. Impressive in all forms of the word. His partner, an insect creature much larger than these tiny humans. Such as when he crashed downwards into the floor below. Seeing the chance to take advantage of turning this two verses one fight, into one more desirable.

Looking down the hole, the Energy blade ignited into a fierce red blade. Leaping down to meet this thicc individual.

"So lumbering and sad. Challenging the Betrayer in dishonorable combat! I'll take you both on you slimes!"

Gat Tambor Strappa The Thicka

 

[Avernus]

And also Darth Avernus was there too. Go figure.

All of time at once. The present. The past. The future. The afterlife was an eternal bore. Everywhere at once. Here. There. Back again.

Avernus kicked his incorporeal feet up on his incorporeal afterlife ottoman. With his incorporeal wine and incorporeal popcorn, he waited for the display that his old mentor in life, Gat Tambor was about to perform.

THE LORD OF WAR's power was so, that even the dead could bear witness.

 

[Radnor Hades]

How many had he killed just now? Three? Four? No - five. Five rounds in the heads, five guild members confirmed dead. Deaths that were forced by their own hands, refusing to let the respectable pirate be and move on with the money. Now they were left in the alley next to the nameless hotel that Radnor Hades, dressed only in the most fashionable black clothing available to a man of his position, entered with haste, credits transferred digitally to his account and the product returned to the case clutched in his left hand.

The bright lights of the lobby nearly blind him for a moment, but are counteracted by the quick balancing of gamma by his eyes that whir and whistle. Simultaneously, the servos under his irises scan each face present in the lobby, presenting lists and data-reads of public information and private information able to be collected with a quick hack across their on-person tablets and devices. A collection of fools, he dubbed them instantly.

Quiet-men, loud-men, soon-to-be-dead men all conglomerating in a haven of consumption on a planet full of them, some visibly thinking themselves highest among those around them. Holding pride on their false alliances with each other laced with animosity that they forge in the attempt to maintain and regain the base sensibilities of society. Sensibilities that have all but lost and forgotten in such times as these. And in the end, as Hades has discovered time and time again across his many years, there is no such thing to be found in the dark depths of Coruscant or any world for that matter. Men and women like these survive off their own egotism and primitive cunning that is criminally inordinate and asinine and stands in direct opposition to the idyllic foundations of intelligence and success they have built themselves upon.

Perfect to temporarily blend in with for one such as Radnor Hades who pulls the collar of his overcoat up around his jawline and snakes a gloved cybernetic hand into the right pocket. He grips the snow-white box that has saved him so many times before and pulls it out, flipping open the top and retrieving a singular cigarette that he lights with a snap of his thumb and index finger. He inhales softly, the smoke tasting bitter and reminding him that despite his upgrades, he is still human, something he forgets from time to time when the world is presented to him in shades of information and spectrum shifting.

His attention is quickly turned to the scent of food and the sound of increasing chatter, which inevitably - in some ways - draws him to the dining room. As he enters, his optic servos zoom in towards the group that has appeared to cluster around a sharp-eared girl, one who appears to be no less thrilled to be in the situation than Hades would imagine her to be. Information presented on them reveals a cast of characters he would absolutely not expect to be on this world, especially surrounding a lone girl who looks...actually, more confused than anything else.

"Poor girl," he chuckles to himself, taking another short drag and zooming in closer to find more information on her, only to grunt when nothing comes up. No name, no race, no history, no social security number, no bank account information. A zero and an enigma, which Hades absolutely hates when that role is occupied by anyone but himself. Mostly because it spurred on his innate desire to know everything about everyone, which was now a nagging gnat in his brain.

He decides that it would be best to simply sit down and enjoy a quick meal before attempting to move forward with that plan, perhaps wait longer until the people around her move away. Unfortunately, nothing is ever that simple as a sudden crash and clatter throughout the hotel signifies something much less desirable occurring. Large, menacing figures that Hades would like to avoid at all costs.

"Of course."

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[Amea Virou]

Unknown // Onrai // Jaya Tandris // Kyyrk // Hester Shedo
Avernus // Radnor Hades // Oni'Maera // Strappa The Thicka

Provable in a court of law. Amea raised her brow at the weird woman with an utterly amused grin spread on her lips. If she thought the rule of law truly held any more influence in this part of the galaxy than it did anywhere else she’d find herself sorely disappointed. Sure, on the surface there might have been an expectation of a certain peacekeeping force, but there was a reason that parts of Coruscant’s lower level was refered to as a less pretty outer rim.

Easy to disappear, easy to hide. Something this man before her had been very cunning with.

“Due process? That’s rich.” Amea scoffed as the guards approached the table. “If you were their boss, then maybe they would have listened, but they’re just private pricks for hire. Something to grant the people in this place an illusion of safety. They don't get paid enough to take a bullet for their masters.”

They glanced at her, disapprovingly.

“What I want to know is why a woman dressed like a burnt down Life Day tree is so keen to get a girl from this equally dressed-up slaver over here.” Amea raised her finger towards the man and slowly shifted it over to point at Vanessa. “Unless you are the buyer.” Her other brow rose to join the other. “Actually, I’m sure your court of law would be very interested in finding out more about that one.”

The other woman seemed more concerned with the girl than Amea who gave the pointy-eared girl a glance. She scoffed at the sight.

“Mindwipes aren’t exactly a pick-and-choose scenario. She has said a single word, repeatedly, this entire time.” Amea shook her head. “Leave the girl alone. She might not even understand what you are saying right now, Myra Subach.”

And what was with that feeling at the back of her mind? Amea threw a quick glance at her wrist before it dawned upon her. Eyes darted around the place to find that pompous prick who had taken her hand, and yet she came up… Well, empty-handed. Chaos had erupted in the establishment, and with it Amea threw a worried glance at the girl and readied herself to act, should she find the need to.