Post by Squee on Oct 8, 2012 21:56:58 GMT -5
She found Gyndine cold. Overlapping the front of the jacket, her hands gripped at opposite elbows. Though her breath did not puff out in clouds, there was a sort of chill to the air. With her red curls up in a tasteful ponytail, her neck was exposed. That one piece of skin prickled, making her entire body raise in gooseflesh beneath her clothes.
Damnable weather. Of all places to be sent to. Gyndine had to be one of her least favorite planets. Heavy with industry and shipyards sailing overhead, Tesa almost felt like she was constantly in the way of someone. Though that feeling nagged at her, she walked like people should part before her. And they did, recognizing that a woman of her stature did not move for others; they must move for her.
Flagging down an airspeeder taxi, Tesa gave the driver the address to her penthouse. Despite her hatred for Gyndine, it was a place where two of her businesses conducted their trade. Tesa disliked having to spend nights on a grounded ship. Usually she would just spend the night at a hotel, but she didn’t trust Gyndine’s public places and sometimes she was here for a couple of weeks to manage some business. So she’d purchased a penthouse some months ago. It was home on her visits and a possible safehouse in case her life went sideways in the Sith.
Though she would probably no longer use the penthouse after this assignment. She’d had to bring that Firrerreo man, Koeing Turion, for this dispatch. Now that he knew the location, it was no longer a secret. He could lead others too it. After this assignment, she would give it up. She might even have to give up Gyndine and that would be a shame. Gyndine brought Tesa, and her master before her, a lot of wealth. When it came to wealth and safety, however, Tesa would choose safety first.
Tesa had spoken few words to Koeing. Other than showing him his quarters back on the ship, and then again at the penthouse. As well as explaining that she had set off this morning to meet with a business associate to inquire about the company that decided to backstab the Sith by suddenly cancelling their funding. Though that was what she was told, Tesa was sure there was more to it than that.
She did not want to try the older man’s patience, but she hadn’t trusted him to act accordingly during her meeting. She knew too little about him and his behaviors to take him along. Those people knew her by the name Selioa Tinopheri, Zelosian, and woman who loved her wine and had an obnoxious laugh. Bringing Koeing would have required some background and explanation. It had been so much simpler that she’d gone alone.
The penthouse was quiet, much like the trip to Gyndine had been. Tesa shrugged her coat off her shoulders and left if on the back of a cushioned chair. Her shoes rapped loudly against the tiled floor as she stepped with caution, emerald eyes sweeping the rooms as she passed them for signs of Koeing.
“My friend,” she spoke aloud, “said that our targets from Veiturlo Motor Co. have sort of… dropped off the radar.”
Tesa stopped by the kitchen counter and withdrew a small, dual compartment case from her purse. Opening them carefully revealed a clear-solution. With the ease of practiced habit, Tesa kept her eye open as she removed first one contact and then the other. “She has a friend who works there who mentioned that they have not seen their joint owners for quite some time. No meetings. Not in person anyway. They walked out of the building one early afternoon and failed to reappear.” Tesa blinked her eyes, sandy colored once more now that the colored contacts were off. Reaching up, she pulled the red wig off her head.
“I knew this before we landed on Gyndine yesterday.” She let down her brown hair and shook out the waves. “This morning, I met with my associate and her friend. This friend is Jaque Homonar.” Moving further into the kitchen, Tesa opened the conservator and brought out the container of strawberries she’d brought with her.
“He knows where they are. I’m sure of that.” Tesa had snagged a moment to touch the man, pretending to be overzealously friendly. Though she’d taken him aback, the physical contact had remained enough for her to skim over his brain. He knew. If he didn’t know exactly, he knew someone who did. “Just a matter of getting the man to tell us.”
Plucking up a strawberry with one hand, Tesa took a bite while her other hand wet a washcloth. Taking a moment to chew, she drew the washcloth over her face, erasing the pale make-up.
Now she’d see how this man thought. "Suggestion?"
Damnable weather. Of all places to be sent to. Gyndine had to be one of her least favorite planets. Heavy with industry and shipyards sailing overhead, Tesa almost felt like she was constantly in the way of someone. Though that feeling nagged at her, she walked like people should part before her. And they did, recognizing that a woman of her stature did not move for others; they must move for her.
Flagging down an airspeeder taxi, Tesa gave the driver the address to her penthouse. Despite her hatred for Gyndine, it was a place where two of her businesses conducted their trade. Tesa disliked having to spend nights on a grounded ship. Usually she would just spend the night at a hotel, but she didn’t trust Gyndine’s public places and sometimes she was here for a couple of weeks to manage some business. So she’d purchased a penthouse some months ago. It was home on her visits and a possible safehouse in case her life went sideways in the Sith.
Though she would probably no longer use the penthouse after this assignment. She’d had to bring that Firrerreo man, Koeing Turion, for this dispatch. Now that he knew the location, it was no longer a secret. He could lead others too it. After this assignment, she would give it up. She might even have to give up Gyndine and that would be a shame. Gyndine brought Tesa, and her master before her, a lot of wealth. When it came to wealth and safety, however, Tesa would choose safety first.
Tesa had spoken few words to Koeing. Other than showing him his quarters back on the ship, and then again at the penthouse. As well as explaining that she had set off this morning to meet with a business associate to inquire about the company that decided to backstab the Sith by suddenly cancelling their funding. Though that was what she was told, Tesa was sure there was more to it than that.
She did not want to try the older man’s patience, but she hadn’t trusted him to act accordingly during her meeting. She knew too little about him and his behaviors to take him along. Those people knew her by the name Selioa Tinopheri, Zelosian, and woman who loved her wine and had an obnoxious laugh. Bringing Koeing would have required some background and explanation. It had been so much simpler that she’d gone alone.
The penthouse was quiet, much like the trip to Gyndine had been. Tesa shrugged her coat off her shoulders and left if on the back of a cushioned chair. Her shoes rapped loudly against the tiled floor as she stepped with caution, emerald eyes sweeping the rooms as she passed them for signs of Koeing.
“My friend,” she spoke aloud, “said that our targets from Veiturlo Motor Co. have sort of… dropped off the radar.”
Tesa stopped by the kitchen counter and withdrew a small, dual compartment case from her purse. Opening them carefully revealed a clear-solution. With the ease of practiced habit, Tesa kept her eye open as she removed first one contact and then the other. “She has a friend who works there who mentioned that they have not seen their joint owners for quite some time. No meetings. Not in person anyway. They walked out of the building one early afternoon and failed to reappear.” Tesa blinked her eyes, sandy colored once more now that the colored contacts were off. Reaching up, she pulled the red wig off her head.
“I knew this before we landed on Gyndine yesterday.” She let down her brown hair and shook out the waves. “This morning, I met with my associate and her friend. This friend is Jaque Homonar.” Moving further into the kitchen, Tesa opened the conservator and brought out the container of strawberries she’d brought with her.
“He knows where they are. I’m sure of that.” Tesa had snagged a moment to touch the man, pretending to be overzealously friendly. Though she’d taken him aback, the physical contact had remained enough for her to skim over his brain. He knew. If he didn’t know exactly, he knew someone who did. “Just a matter of getting the man to tell us.”
Plucking up a strawberry with one hand, Tesa took a bite while her other hand wet a washcloth. Taking a moment to chew, she drew the washcloth over her face, erasing the pale make-up.
Now she’d see how this man thought. "Suggestion?"