Pest Control (dalton, lmr)

[Poludnica]

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Vivid lights of the Promenade gave her pale skin a certain ghostlike shin. She trailed off a slender finger down an elegant terminal. For a moment the human woman didn't really know why she was about to click 'send' button but then remembered the short message she had received from a possible assassin for hire. This lack of focus was most likely related to stress and anxiety. It was first time Golda would hire such specialist. Her job was not particularly ethical nor lawful but murder was never a part of it. Until now. With a trembling hand the blonde woman put an artificial red flower in her fair hair, a mark the assassin should recognize as his contact. For her entire, if short career Golda tried to stay away from men like him but when her ex partner's doings had put in danger not only Zel but also her son, she decided to act. They said a mother could go to great lengths when her child was threatened and Golda was a proof for this rule. Even if it meant hiring a hitman. Her crystal blue eyes moved toward the sky...

Dark Nar Shaddaa's clouds looked like some swelling creatures. Up in above them faint gleam of lightnings appeared. What a grim world... Golda's thoughts were now as dark as the sky above her. She was scared and it could be easily spotted for a vigilant observer. Her feminine silhouette was hidden under a simple jacket and common pants, it was as if the woman tried to vanish in them. Golda's digits moved from time to time to fiddle nervously loose golden tendrils of her hair as eyes scanned every person passing by. The Promenade was rather rich and luxurious district but it didn't mean it was safe. The wealthier citizens had armies of bodyguards surrounding them, following like shadows. A man looked at her which immediately caused uneasiness and fear to crawl up her spine. The male just smiled and went his own way, which made a sigh of relief to escape her lips.

Being alone and a woman on Nar Shaddaa was dangerous if not to say reckless. Golda was never an unearthly beauty but there was just something unreal and eerie about her. Her face, somewhat luminous, had a pale tone to it. The eyes were a piercingly sharp shade of crystal blue giving off a feeling the woman was pale like a porcelain ornament and seemingly as fragile. It made Golda exotic in many ways which may meant her doom if she trusted the wrong person. Hopefully the contact was legit as it came from only few people that the woman could call friends.

With a sigh of frustration, Golda sat down near the colorful fountain, barely being able to deal with the unpleasant tension the whole situation had awoken in her. In her thoughts possible scenarios and solutions raced but it didn't help, only put her in more and more anxiety. She scooped a small vial with bluish liquid and downed it quickly. A simple tranquillizer did its magic almost immediately, causing tensed muscles to relax. The addiction Golda was feeding was not the healthiest habit but probably healthier than looking like a scared girl in the middle of Nar Shaddaa.

[Dalton]

The heavily, urbanized city was something the young Zabrak had never laid eyes on before this moment. Growing up in an abandoned temple in the middle of a small jungle wasn't exactly like the atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa. Giant buildings, billions of people crammed onto a tiny moon was far different than his home planet of Iridonia. The two had their differences, true, but they also had some similarities as well. They were both dangerous places, both had gangs and smugglers, and if you weren't careful you'd end up dead and no one would know.

Koth was on Nar Shaddaa for a simple reason, to sell his particular set of skills.

He'd agreed to be a hit man, a sword for hire, which is something that was new too him. He had to make a living somehow, though. The details weren't clear cut though, all the message said was that she was looking for a talented hit man, able to do the job quickly and wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. This was pretty much what Koth was good at. He couldn't rebuild a droid or shoot a blaster, but he was deadly and quiet with his saber.

The bustling cat walks were packed with various peoples, all needing to get to where they were needed. They were meeting near a fountain in the Promenade section of Nar Shaddaa. It was rather classy for the moon, but dangerous nonetheless.

He tried to blend in with his gray robes, though the bright colors seemed to make his conservative dress style stick out worse than a green thumb on a white hand. No one paid him any mind though, all were far too busy to pay him any attention. Especially since his saber was perfectly concealed under his robes, he appeared as a normal Zabrak simply wandering the streets.

After several minutes of walking, he noticed a human female with a red carnation in her hair sitting beside a colorful fountain. That had to be her, she fit the small woman's description and the flower was their sign. She appeared to be rather calm, cool, and collective. He was glad to be doing business with someone who wasn't twitchy or paranoid. Made it easier.

Approaching the woman he quietly sat down beside her, looking nonchalantly he whispered, "Golda, I'm Koth. The, uhh, man who accepted your offer."

[Poludnica]

Her body stiffened immediately once she felt a movement to her side. Pale eyes moved to catch a glimpse of plain, gray robes. Golda held her breath in anticipation, not moving her head until she heard few simple words. The accent was familiar as well as certain coloration to the male's voice only one species in the Galaxy had. The woman whipped her head to meet a gaze of violet irises. The man was a Zabrak, no doubts about it. For a moment all her feelings went numb. Golda looked at the features before her, shaken by certain likeness to the ones she tried to forget for so long. It took only few seconds for this strange feeling of Deja Vu to pass. Before her was someone much younger, with nearly boyish features. Even eye colour didn't match; too light. There were plenty of Zabrak in the Galaxy, and only that had hurt her. It didn't make it easier in terms of dealings with them, a certain amount of irrational distrust would always be there but something Golda could handle.

Quickly, expression of surprise and recognition on her face turned into neutral if a bit cold, ”Koth, isn't it? Lets find somewhere more private.” She nodded and stood up, gesturing the Zabrak to follow her. Before the meeting Golda did a bit of scouting, looking for more secluded places in which dangerous details could be shared. There was a small cantina with only few patrons – building was hidden in shadows, away from luminous lights of the Promenade. It's purpose was rather clear, considering it was filled with booths where you could hide from prying eyes, Whether to spend some time with bought company or to talk about things you wanted to keep a secret.

The bartender didn't ask questions but only showed her to the small, vividly red booth. The air was thick with heavy scent of   joss sticks. It made her throat to itch, forcing a small cough. Golda sat down, her demeanour unnaturally calm and gaze slightly hazed from the effects of a drug, but mind was clear. The prescribed pills for anxiety tugged the woman's fear away, letting her to assess the man before her without so much bias. Tall, lean, muscular, someone well trained – Golda concluded. She had seen such frame on professional fighters. But was such training enough? Jaffa would have plenty of guards, maybe even Force users. Probably also older ones as the Zabrak seemed even couple of years younger than her. She wished Zel could be here with her, but he wasn't welcomed in the Hutt's space or just didn't want to go here, . This thought would make her angry if not for the drug. After all Zelada was her lover not a babysitter.

Her attention returned to the man before her, two crystal orbs fixed on Koth. ”You do know, you will have to kill someone.” She asked quietly.

[Dalton]

The woman before Koth seemed extremely calm and anxiety free, more so than anyone he's ever spoken too. Maybe she was just naturally calm and collective, or perhaps she had some help. Koth didn't judge, so long as her mind was clear and useful.

As the two walked into the small cantina, the quiet and dimly lit room was surely a meeting place for many unsavory characters. Well away from the bustling streets and authorities outside, the small bar was the appropriate place for anyone who had important and illegal business matters. These reasons are surely why the woman chose this place to talk about their business arrangements.

They chose a red booth and the woman, Golda, got straight to business. Though the way she occasionally glimpsed at Koth was unsettling, almost as if she had a misguided distrust in the Zabrak.

"If I didn't have to kill someone then I wouldn't be here, trust me."

His light purple eyes locked onto Golda's. The eyes are like portals into the souls, telling the story of the person and divulging little pieces of information without the person even knowing it. Golda's eyes told Koth a story of hardship and mistrust. Pain was obviously, something awful had happened to her. What was impossible to know without Golda speaking of it, but the pain was clear.

Koth tapped loudly on the booth, a beautiful Twi'lek rushed to the table with a purple drink and placed it in front of the Iridonian. Koth nodded in silent approval. She then returned to the bar, mixing and preparing various drinks for the other patrons. Softly picking the drink up he began sipping the cool liquid, it was exactly what he needed after the long travel to the small moon. He would also attend to his hunger, but this would be after the business details had been worked out.

"Explain to me exactly whom you want vanquished and why? Our few messages weren't exactly clear in the matter."

He took a few more sips from the glass and leaned back in the booth, hiding the shadows made from the view light sources in the building.

[Poludnica]

”Good for you.” She said calmly and tapped slowly tapped the menu. Fizzy water with sour fruit. Golda was tempted to choose something stronger but the skeletal common sense told her getting drunk on Nar Shaddaa was not a good idea and experience had taught that drinking with Zabrak men was even worse. Through a haze of dulled emotions, the woman pushed away the menu, fixing her glacial gaze on the assassin. She had never met anyone who so openly admitted to murder. There were shady types Golda had done business with but no one who would talk about taking another's life as if it was daily business. Cold shudder crept up her spine, eliciting small pangs of fear.

The waitress came over. A Twi'lek slave which was not a surprise around here. Such fate was something Golda would never endure and rather take her own life than become someone's property. On the other hand the alien female seemed to be smiling, happy about her life. Maybe it was better to be a slave than to die of hunger in the depths of the smuggler's moon.

Her attention quickly returned to the Zabrak,who was enjoying his purple liquid. She let her own fingers to close around the cup of fizzy bubbled drink. It was cold in touch with round pearls of water were forming on the glassy surface. Golda traced her palm to gather them. Slowly and deliberately as if it was a part of some old ritual.

Finally Koth broke the silence. The woman looked into his purple orbs, trying to read his expression. ”His name is Jaffa. A Bothan, who used to be my business partner until he stole from couple of our clients. Nasty furball had run off from Coruscant leaving me with all the mess that cost me way too much. Is this answer satisfactory?” She finished and took a long sip. The drunk was doing its work, influencing even her speech that became almost washed from all emotions. Normally when thinking of Jaffa Golda got spasms of fury, especially when looking at a scar on her back.

”Jaffa is careful, he would have an army of guards by now. It may be difficult and dangerous. You will also need to take me with you.” Golda would rarely do things this way, she was more of a lone wolf but this case was special. She wanted to make sure Jaffa was dead and the money he had stolen safe,

[Dalton]

Koth leaned forward ever so slightly, his face now visible in the dim, club light.

"You could tell me whatever you'd like, as long as the info of his whereabouts are true, it doesn't really matter. Though it is strange that you wish too come with me, why is this? Most people that order an assassin prefer to be away from all the killing."

Truth is that Koth has never been paid to kill someone before, he was ordered by his old master to kill, but never paid with a monetary reward. It didn't matter, killing was killing in Koth's eyes. Everyone has to die sometime, it was inevitable really. It was now his job to decide how and when for this man, Jaffa. He'd never met a Bothan before, though he knew a little on the species. Average height and weight is about the same for humans, though they are great at spy work and covered in hair.

It would be interesting to put it lightly.

The only real danger so far, that Koth perceive, are the hordes of guards that Jaffa most likely has hired. He must be a fairly rich man if he could afford so much protection. Hopefully he was frugal and went for the less costly and effective bargain guards, not the the most expensive and battle ready soldiers a civilian could buy. He would find out in time though, and there are always ways of sneaking around any soldier. Koth knew how, thanks to his extensive training, so maybe it would turn out to be an evasion killing and not a war.

"This woman..."

The Zabrak started to wonder if she was, just perhaps, a liability on this mission. It was going to be dangerous and fearsome, up against multitude of armed guards, and she could freeze up. He didn't know her or know of her abilities. It's all in good business to assume the worst of both your friends and foes, allows more room for you to contemplate for failure and allow for several backup plans.

He continued to sip from his glass, the purple liquid soothing on his dry throat. It was his favorite drink, RockeAmP, from his home world of Iridonia.

"Also, if you come with me how do I know you can pull your own weight and not collapse on me at the first sight of battle or blood?"

[Poludnica]

Slender shoulders shrugged in a display of indifference. ”Because I want to see him dead. Simple.” The true answer was not that short. Golda would never feel safe having only a word of an assassin that Jaffa is dead. No other proof was sufficient enough other than her own sight testament. It was reckless, dangerous even but the woman wasn't helpless. It might look like that in the light of recent events but when you were attacked by a larger man from behind things could go wrong.

Neither Eliana nor Zel would approve of her decision but she was a grown up after all. Glacial blue eyes moved lazily over Koth's features trying to figure out if he was amused or more worried about the idea. Zabrak's faces looked human more of a time yet there was tangible difference in expression of complex emotions and reading intentions proved to be much harder. She played with her glass, letting colorless liquid to swirl. Golda blinked few times to regain focus. Hopefully in few hours the drug will wear off. It slowed her unnaturally fast reflexes, leaving nothing to balance lack of raw strength.

Smile played on her lips, for the first time since the two had met, immediately adding radiance to blank features dulled by the tranquilizers. ”You don't know.”She said. ”But that's the deal.” Pale, feminine lips twitched slightly in a mixture of frustration, irritation, and something else that Golda couldn’t quite name; a warm, yet troublesome feeling that only succeeded in increasing the blossoming anger blunted only by the drugs in her system. All this upon realization she wanted to go because of long lost fondness of fighting. Since her teenager years Golda would be a part of fight clubs taking break only when pregnant with Eli, then returning to some of the routine if only to retain her skills. The woman could even safely assume she would beat the crap out of this Zabrak in hand to hand encounter if only because he wouldn't expect her to know any tricks or didn't suspect her reflexes to be so sharp.

”Jaffa is hiding in a warehouse in the Red Sector. Why he would conduct his business surrounded by hookers is beyond me but it may things easier. As you can imagine a human woman is a common sight there and could easily approach the guards to distract them. Armed Zabrak, not really.” She started, feeling a cold shudder at the thought of what clothes were waiting at her in a hotel. Golda pretended to be many things in her life but never a prostitute.

[Dalton]

As the woman across from in the booth continued to speak about the details relative to their assignment, Koth couldn't help but feel that Golda didn't trust him. It wasn't the normal feeling of mistrust in a total and complete stranger, more like an uneasy feeling of misplaced judgment in the Zabrak. She didn't come out and shout racial slurs at him, but just the strange glances and indifferent body movements of the woman. Maybe Koth's mind was playing tricks on him and that's just how she is while in company of strangers, or perhaps she did hold something irrational against the Iridonian. If they were indeed going to work together Koth needed to know for sure.

"You're the one forking over the credits, so as long as you can hold your own during the entire ordeal than I'm comfortable with you coming along. Just do not get in my way."

The woman adjacent to him in the red booth was, to put it blatantly, pretty gorgeous. She had a small, slender, lightly muscled frame and a face just as interesting to match. Despite being Zabraki Koth preferred human females, plain and simple. He'd hit it and quit it with a Zabrak woman, but only if he could cover up her face and do it just once. It was all in the face and horns and lack of head hair in the Zabrak ladies. The softer, more feminine features of the human and Twi'lek species are his preference. With her young face, fair colored hair and piercing, light gray eyes she was definitely a looker in Koth's eyes. He couldn't get distracted though, this was for sure, because he needed to be on top of his game for this mission.

"I won't stick out as much as you would believe, being as I am fully robed with no armor or armaments. Just one weapon, my saber, and it's fully hidden beneath my robe. They'll believe me to be just a poor fool who wandered into the wrong part of town."

Feeling more comfortable around Golda, Koth began to loosen and untense. He stretched out in the booth, leaning both arms behind him so that they would dangle off the back seat of the booth.

"Just three questions really come to mind before all the glorious killing can start."

Bring one hand back in front of him, holding up three fingers in a counting gesture. His lips started to curl into a small smirk, obviously he had something funny in his mind. His purple eyes darting back and forth, making sure no one was peering into their conversation.

"I can't help but get a feeling in the back of my head that you're uncomfortable around me. More so than a seasoned smuggle should be around strangers. Is this true and if so will it affect our mission? Because if so I don't want to end up dead with a blaster shot to the back. Also, when can we head to the Red Sector with all these hookers?"

Two fingers dropped and now only his pointer finger remained standing, the smirk on his lips had turned into a full on grin at this point. Stretching from ear to ear it seemed, showing his set of sharpened teeth.

"If not, how do you feel about grabbing a drink or something after this is all over and done with?"

A wink followed his pick up line. He'd hardly ever met human girls, and even rarer so one that is as skilled and beautiful as the one sitting across from him at this very moment.

[Poludnica]

The stale, smokey air around them stirred slightly, making Golda bit nauseous. The empty glass dropped on the table with a clanking noise. The drug began to wear off as her hand began to tremble or maybe it was a sudden reaction to Koth's comment. She didn't like that phrase 'getting in the way'. There had been too much of it in her life to tolerate it from anyone else. ”Just do the same.” A rare spark of anger lilted in the woman's voice. Golds was a woman who rarely showed such emotions as dominant one was rather sadness. But this time something flared in her eyes, a faint glow of defiance.

Her pink lips, opened to speak but she momentarily went quiet when the male admitted to use the Force. Even better...It was almost like deja vu now. ”A former Jedi? Temple life not for you?” That would explain how someone this young could take such dangerous jobs and have a fighting chance. It opened many new possibilities as well as fears. Eli's father was someone like that, till this day she could have sworn he had taken off a lightsaber. She was going to add something more but then noticed how Koth was looking at her. Much more relaxed by now, probably could sense her uneasiness. Golda knew those like him had various tricks up their sleeve and gift for observation. But there was something more; a desire lingering in the purple gaze. Cold shudder traveled up her spine, curling blood into ice. A strong sensation from those couple of years back returned but back then it was nice. She had been flattered such man would want her but now the effect was just the opposite. Golda shifted uneasy under careful purple eyes.

So many theatrics. When Koth displayed three fingers Golda just sighed inwardly, right after wincing at 'glorious killings'. She was a smuggler and a thief, which didn't make her the paragon of the Galaxy but such thing did cause a stir in her conscience. True, it was her who wanted Jaffa dead but it was neither glorious nor a fun. What would make a young Zabrak into someone so cold.

When the first question was counted down, she inhaled sharply. So he guessed. Not that Golda was trying to hide anything but was also under influence of drugs which dulled her emotions a lot. Made more indifferent than anything , then again the Force sharpened senses. There was no point in lying. Saying she was, didn't cut it, just made her into a simple racist. The woman's face paled even more as she began to speak. ”Couple years ago a Zabrak male, a force user much like you, had his fun and left me with a child to raise. Not the most pleasant memory when you are eighteen and pregnant but it won't affect anything, I haven't shot any Zabrak yet.” Golda's lips twitched only for a second, mixture of shame and anger moved through her veins. ”It's just some unpleasant memory.” Her voice remained neutral and only face may betrayed an uneasiness if not a bit of annoyance.

”We are going in tomorrow evening.” Was the next short answer. She didn't explain why tomorrow evening, there was no point. It was just tomorrow evening. The drug would be out of her system by then and all pieces in place. Also it was the day Jaffa had no clients, was just hoarding his ...HER credits. Then the Zabrak smiled , showing the row of unnaturally sharp teeth. That grin scared her...Though a few seconds later it didn't really matter as Golda was finally managed to comprehend what Koth was asking for. ”Do you really think I want another one? “ The woman asked and even the calming effect of tranquilizers couldn't hide the bafflement. Was he really proposing that after she had just told him about her child? He could have meant business but you didn't wink to your business partner like that. Actually, even in her circles it was considered rather tacky. Just a victory drink and talk about future deals wouldn't be a problem, how the proposal was made was another matter.”I...will just hold to one I have. He is a handful.“ She retorted still in a kind of shock, waiting for an awkward silence to befall.

[Dalton]

Koth smirked at the former Jedi comment, he was far from a Jedi and would likely always remain so. He had never met a Jedi in person, but he knew of them and all their rules just weren't for him. He couldn't handle the structure and ordinance of the council, it was against his independent nature. One more crucial detail played a factor in why he could never see himself as a Jedi Master, Koth enjoyed killing and enjoyed killing in malignant ways. Something the famed Jedi stood against. The Jedi wouldn't dare harm an unarmed opponent, the Zabrak would take the time to toy and play with his weakened adversary and then end their life slowly and painfully. All this and the robes, Koth didn't have much taste in clothing but brown just wasn't his color.

"The Jedi wish they had someone half as skilled in the saber arts as I. So no, I am not and never have or will be a Jedi."

He leaned across the table, looked around for a few moments and made sure no one could hear his low whisper.

"The robes they wear suck."

He chuckled loudly and leaned back, his drink was starting to take a small toll on his mind. He was becoming more comfortable by the second, the smokey room was starting to hurt his sensitive eyes. They began to water from such irritation, so he proceeded to wipe them dry with the sleeve of his gray robes.

He hadn't been in many cantinas, though he was starting to dislike this particular one. No loud music, no beautiful women dancing. Not even one bar fight had taken place since their arrival. He rarely ventured to bars, but when he did it was because he yearned for excitement. Not because he wished to inhale smoke and cry, but this was a business matter so it was acceptable for the matter on hand.

When Golda explained her uneasiness for the Zabrak, the mood in the cantina seemed to change. If only for a mere second. Koth was a killer, this he didn't deny, but he was not into rape not did he encourage the deed. To him rape took all the excitement and pleasure out of the entire ordeal. It didn't bother him though, he wasn't a glutton for sadness or justice so the woman gained no sympathy from the young Iridonian male. Also, she turned down his advancement in a strange way. Instead of merely saying no, or slapping him as he is accustomed too, she said stated she didn't want another child. This was weird in Koth's eye.

"Rape is such an ignorant crime to commit. I am far too intelligent and am under strict control of all urges and emotions that pass through my mind. So, don't flatter yourself in thinking that I would take advantage of you or want to make a child with you."

The slightly annoyed Koth stood up and stretched, he was growing tired and needed some rest for the job tomorrow evening. He picked up his glass and chugged the last drink of his beverage before proceeding to throw his glass on the cantina floor. The incident hushed all patrons in the establishment as they all began starring at the Zabrak. The looks on their faces was ones of strange stares and glance.

"This is a cantina, people! Lets get some excitement going on!"

The Zabrak laughed as he lifted up a hand and gestured it towards a man, the gestured was a Force Push and it slammed him into an even bigger man. The man turned around, not knowing exactly what happened, just that this puny guy had hit him and he decided it was best to hit him in return. The two began to fight and after a few seconds everyone had got into the rough housing mood that Koth desired and the entire cantina bustled with fist slams and glass breaking.

After a few moments of enjoying the spectacle he'd created, he decided it was now best to leave and gain some rest. He was definitely going to need it. He began to maneuver his way through the various fights, smiling and laughing every time he noticed someone get hit. This was all just good fun to him, nothing wrong with it.

"I'll see you tomorrow at the Red Sector."

He shouted towards Golda as he left the cantina through the door they had entered earlier that day. The sun was now dim and fading more and more every minute. He didn't have a place to stay, but he'd head off into the Red Sector and find a nice booth in some cantina to lay low in and nap for the night. Maybe he could fall asleep to the sight of a naked Twi'lek dancing, if only he could be so lucky.

"Twi'lek dancers..."

He began thinking to himself as he flipped his hood on and over his head, concealing his face in a shadow, and he began to make his way over toward the Red Sector and await for the time to strike at this Jaffa character with Golda.

[Poludnica]

She looked him over....Kinda of Jedi plain robes if you asked but Golda was never a specialist on such things so just shrugged. Koth presented dangerous arrogance , that would be deadly if not met with realistic abilities. Then again he had survived this long and apparently had killed someone as well. All was not going this bad, until there appeared rape...all of a sudden. There was some cultural gap there maybe...or a language barrier. ”Uhm...no...he just forgot to leave a number...” Maybe she looked like a rape victim, although few women Golda knew after it and they sure weren't the same after. No, thankfully no. It was just something she had treated like a serious beginning and he like a meaningless fling. Though it was a bit disturbing the man's thoughts went immediately to rape.

The expression of sheer bewilderment now slowly mixed with bemusement. A what? Was he rumbling about children now? Maybe Zabrak didn't know the word 'irony'...or sarcasm that turned into 'I will not go twice into the same river' meant no other Zabrak will ditch her after one night and solace promises love forever...Maybe he just acted before he thought which happened. Golda again felt herself at loss. ”I should go...” Especially after the man seemed to become visibly annoyed which turned into some sort of mania. Yeah, sure he would see her...

She quickly rose from her seat, just in time to watch the spectacle of someone being pushed with Force. ”By the Maker...” Golda whispered. She knew a lot of shady types, less or more stable but this one was like a child given a blaster. Whoever had trained gave him a power but seemingly no education nor simple social skills to go with it. Horrifies, the woman watched the show unfold. Had he been raised by wild animals?

No ,it was a high time to go and find someone much more stable who could find himself in social situations to at least catch what is being said to them without making it into some bizarre connotation of rape and children. With eyes still glued to the crazy Zabrak, the human began to slowly, but surely walk toward the doors, but something had stopped her. Metallic and cold. With a sharp gasp she turned to face a breathing mask. ”What...” Left her lips along with small whimper.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Tez Hakur had sat in the darkest corner of the cantina for approximately an hour, gaining his alibi for the night in the unlikely event he was caught. He'd been a terrorist for decades, and not once had he even been captured. His entire terror organization had crumbled under a concentrated effort by the Sith and the Republic alike, and he'd emerged unscathed, without a single scratch.

And he'd kept the torch lit, spreading chaos and destruction for the glory of Kad Ha'rangir. The organization was dead, but the true Mandalorian Faith lived on eternally.

He'd planted a speeder bomb outside a crowded nightclub, packed with enough high explosives to flatten a whole block. And the beauty of it was Hutt incompetence. They lacked a proper security force, and their gangs of thugs were pathetic at prevention, and even worse at investigation. They could scrounge for a day or a dozen years, and they'd never catch his trail.

He casually pulled out his communications device and keyed in a simple three digit number. And far in the distance a fiery inferno was created, wiping out countless people. None of them innocent in the eyes of God. All were slothful and lacked faith, they were prey for the true Mandalorians. He felt nothing for them.

He rose from his seat, returning the communicator to his belt pouches, a simple metal series of containers wrapped around the waist of his Mandalorian battle armor, his beskar'gam. At the moment it was painted black, with disruptive grey streaks, and a dark undersuit. He changed the colors on his armor every time he changed locations, and tonight he was prepared for darkness, and concealment.

With his oversized helmet tucked under his arm, his slugthrower strapped over his back, a knife on his calf, and a pistol in a drop-leg holster, he was a fearsome sight. And the jet black breathing mask and goggles he wore were also... disconcerting to most. He was an other, especially alien and foreign.

As he turned to leave, a slender human woman bumped into his armored body. He glanced at her and summed her up. Pale, thin, gold hair. Instantly he placed her.

She'd been sitting and talking with an intimidating Zabrak, if he had to guess they'd been arranging something, and she wasn't pleased with it. He could read that much on her face. And he couldn't say he was very pleased either with the Zabrak. He'd started a bar fight, but luckily no one was stupid enough to fight with a Mando.

"Your friend there is a fool. I don't blame you for being displeased." Tez's deep and artificial voice spoke, emitting from the mask.

[Dalton]

Koth slipped into the concealment of night, his silhouette camouflaged with the darkness of night that had gradually replaced the sunlight over the city. Dark, purple eyes in the peering through a desolate alleyway was all that was distinguishable; exactly how he preferred it.

He wasn't exactly sure how to get to the Red Sector, so he followed a few signs and was sure he was somewhere within the sector. Though he wouldn't bet a credit that he was actually in the Red Sector of Nar Shaddaa, his only hints were the various red lights throughout the block and a few prostitutes that had asked him for a 'good time'. A good time was what he needed after a long flight, but he didn't want to wake up robbed of what few possessions he had.

In the distance a loud, low rumble was heard and a fireball erupted into the sky. The fire phloem lighting up the entire sky for a few moments.

"What in Force's sake is that..."

His head twisted into the direction of the massive explosion, what few inhabitants that were out and about all did the same. Koth was more stunned than the rest, he had never seen an explosion of that magnitude and it had him under an enchantment. His purple irises never leaving the explosion for at least two minutes, soon after that the magic of the incident had wore off and he decided it was best to be on his way.

"If things like that happen often around here then I can't wait to be done with this business. If I would of known how edgy and twitchy this woman was I wouldn't of even accepted the job."

Mumbling to himself as he continued on his, maneuvering through small crowds of thugs and hookers as if he wasn't there. Force Cloak was a favored ability of his, and he used it as often as he could. It helped in concealing himself and whatever else he wished, though why he was using it now was mostly out of habit. The young Zabrak preferred to stay out of sight as much as possible.

Loud music attracted his attention to a nearby cantina, even more so the attractive woman dancing in scantily clad-ed clothing right outside the entrance. This was the club Koth likes to visit. He can feed all three of his appetites; food, drinks, and woman. All in the same place and even at the same time.

"Let's see if I can lay low in here until tomorrow."

Thinking to himself as he winked at the beautiful blond dancing beside the entrance as he took a step into the loud, dark club.

[Poludnica]

“A friend...dear lord, no.” Golda whispered, looking around if Koth was still in the establishment. Her eyes were glued to an ugly visage before her. The armor was Mandalorian, that much the woman could make out in the dim club light. They had an opinion of aggressive, brash and proud. But it was the first time she met a Kel Dor one. ”Uhmm...Just a misunderstanding.” The drug in her system began to wear off, slowly letting emotions to flood her. First fear, then anxiety and finally small pangs of anger. If not for the tranquillisers, Golda would pour her drink on the Zabrak, which may end up much worse than one men being pushed around.

The woman inhaled sharply, trying to calm emotions. Why it always happened to her? She had uncanny ability to draw douchy types. Golda was still standing in front of the Mandalorian. Her mind racing. Jaffa could move an day so it was either Koth or finding someone else today. A thought occurred to her that maybe she would have to go tomorrow with the whole plan. How to do business with someone who couldn't get a simple sarcasm....Then again she didn't need him for talking. Maybe just straightforward requests would do.

Tensed and scared, Golda fixed her gaze at the Kel Dor. The mask gave him monstrous look in her eyes, there was little human in him, reading him was impossible for her now. She was about to step back and walk out when s sudden realisation struck her. Most Manadlorians on Nar Shaddaa were mercenaries. That was a stretch, and required a fluke, but what there was to lose. After meeting Koth , despite fear, her tolerance for odd dramatically increased. ”Are you looking for work by any chance?'” Golda gritted her teeth, preparing to dodge and run if the alien didn't like her question.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"Work?" Tez repeated, his voice deep and mechanical as it came through his breath mask. "Perhaps."

The Kel Dor man took the massive slugthrower off of his back and placed it onto a table, promptly sitting back down in the booth as he gestured Golda to be seated across from him.

The weapon on the table between them was quite large and heavy, and fully loaded with .303 ammunition, solid slugs that could punch through a lot of armor or wreak havoc on those without. It was a ResCorp design that the Mandalorian terrorist kept with him all the time, ready to use whenever. He was quite fond of it in fact, as a tool.

Everyone and everything was a tool to be used for the great glory of Kad Ha'rangir, the destroyer god. Even the woman across from him. Her work could be a tool, and for that reason he would listen.

"I'm listening."

Yes, there was the potential for something good here. Even a single violent death could bring glory to god, and could help ensure his place in the afterlife. All these morals everyone had were foolish. And the so-called Mandalorians were no better.

Honor? What did it matter. It was a silly concept created by small minds, minds who wanted to saddle themselves with restrictions. They shackled themselves and followed commands from men rather than God. Kad Ha'rangir had never commanded them only to fight military targets, he'd commanded them to wreak havoc and bring destruction. Sanctity through blood.

Yes, there was no such thing as honor.

[Poludnica]

Her eyes wouldn't pry away from the weapon placed neatly on a table. It was as ugly looking as its owner so kind of fitting. Golda was always scared of firearms in a way, even a presence of them made her uneasy. Zel had a true arsenal but she still stayed away from it. With growing anxiety, she wondered what to tell to this odd creature, trying to avoid the direct gaze of two black orbs. ”Uhmm...I need someone...” She had no idea how hard it was to voice a need for someone to die. ”There is someone that wants me dead and I can't really have that.” Pale fingers began to play with streaks of golden hair, fiddling them nervously. ”I can pay.” It wasn't all truth, Jaffa didn't crave for her dying but his actions put in danger two people Golda cared for most in this Galaxy.

The Kel-Dor was a true enigma, she couldn't read a thing from his features which put her in a certain unease. Maybe it was not the work he would agree on, it was reckless to ask a random stranger to kill someone but by this point Golda was pretty desperate. Three times already the plan was spurned by unreliable people.

”I guess that's it.” The woman shrugged, not willing to give away any more details unless the being agreed. She was wondering if maybe it was a female, you could never be sure with something that odd. The human still remembered the embarrassing mistake of calling an Ubb a 'he'.

((sorry if bit crappy, my break is running out D:))

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"Contract murder is a small matter for me Miss," Tez began, four fingers interlaced with one another, and black eyes peering through his goggles, completely hidden. Not that his alien eyes were easy to read emotion in.

He was entirely inscrutable.

"For a fee I could be persuaded to do this. But we do it my way, with no questions asked. And it may take a few days. And I guarantee you there will be... collateral damage."

Fingers separated again and tapped the tabletop for a few moments before stopping abruptly.

"Those are my terms. If you accept them, let us discuss my fee."

It was small indeed, particularly by his standards, but a little extra padding in his wallet would be good. It also kept him busy on the smuggler's moon for however long he'd be staying. And he still had bomb-making supplies left over that he could put to use on this. Or else he could get his slugthrower some use.

Or maybe both.

He'd devise a plan after he was paid.

[Poludnica]

”Hu?” Golda asked at first, not really sure if she heard right. He agreed...somewhat. The woman once again found herself in a situation which her business partner's emotions were obscured. Not even a glimpse she could get. ”Collateral damage? What do you mean? “ She asked slowly. It could be a lot of things and the thought someone innocent, especially children would suffer was a big no no. Golda might be a thief who wants a scummy cheater dead but that was as far as she went.

She shifted uneasily, still on edge after meeting the Zabrak, Golda couldn't really tell if it was the Kel Dor that made her so nervous or previous encounter. ”In couple of days Jaffa will leave Nar Shaddaa, it must happen the day after tomorrow.” She added slowly. ”I don't have much money but I hope ten thousand credits will do.” Golda was so tired of that situation, she didn't even want to negotiate lower. Just wanted that measly ball of fur dead.

Was this a crime on this moon? Passed through her mind briefly. It shouldn't be but it would be awful to stuck in a Hutt prison as a slave or something. There was no real law aside from law of strength. Kill or be killed, Golda prayed Eli would never learn what his mother was doing thorough his childhood. Drug smuggling, hiring murderers, stealing...Not a good role model at all. Then again his father would have been even worse or so she reckoned.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"Collateral damage," Tez explained, "Means other people will die. Probably bodyguards, any companions with him. His friends, any lovers. Possibly even people present at the wrong time in the wrong place."

As the timeline was given a scaly golden-brown hand scratched the lobe on the side of his head, a thoughtful gesture. He was weighing that tall order. One night, one full day and night, then part of another.

One night to craft the bomb, one day to scout out the target and survey it, a morning to plant the device, and an afternoon to carry out the attack. A tight schedule, but not impossible.

And ten thousand credits was a very good incentive. Very good indeed, it would be enough money to obtain materials for a neutron bomb, which was easier to make than many thought.

"For ten thousand credits it will be done," his deep and synthetic voice answered back. "I will take half the payment now, and half upon completion of the job. I also have errands for you to carry out."

Tez produced a datapad and cued up a quick list, one he already had stored. Rare metal magnets, a comm unit, and a few odds and ends that would be easy enough to pick up.

He typed in an address as well and slid it to her before rising to his full height.

"Meet me there in three hours. Come alone."

[Poludnica]

”No, no damage. Guards are fine but no one else.” Golda's expression changed from this of sad melancholy to firm decisiveness. She would not let anyone else suffer, killing Jaffa and his thugs was more than she would normally allow if not for the desperation. This man...what he would get from so much deaths? ”Why do you even...want any more victims?” Normally people would try to have less to do; she knew few bounty hunters and neither of them wanted more victims than it was necessary.

Expression of uneasiness marred her pale features. Golda felt strange sensation creeping down her spine. This mercenary...There was something about him that made her feel uncomfortable, scared even. Maybe it was flat mechanical voice, emotionless face or black goggles hiding the creature's eyes , or more likely the easiness with which he spoke about killing.


”Errands? But only if you promise me that no one aside from Jaffa won't die. Maybe his guards if they will be a threat.” She glanced at the list. Golda was not an expert on explosives but some of the materials looked familiar. Some of them she had smuggled on Coruscant , never knew what exactly they were for, however.”What...what are you going to do with them ?” The woman asked with bafflement. The materials looked as not really expensive but it wasn't the point. She needed Jaffa dead but for the price of someone else life.