Post by Dire Wolf on Oct 12, 2013 3:31:33 GMT -5
Tahlia’s lips pressed delicately around the cigarette so that her lungs could be filled with its sweet warmth. Those blood red eyes closed for a minute as the euphoric feeling washed over her mind, and opened only after she let the curling tendrils of smoke escape her mouth. A soft smile curled her lips upward as she leaned back against one of the bulkheads that made up her room. Her arrangements were small and very Spartan; a bed, a mirror, and a hygiene station, but she had only been on the crew for a few weeks.
Infiltrate. Observe. Report. Those three words perfectly described her orders in regards to the Blue Sun ‘privateering’ company. This ‘corporation always left zero witnesses, zero footage, and zero leads to their apprehension besides a great blue sun spray painted against the inside of the ship. All that the Republic knew was that their ‘C.E.O.’ was a human named Xander Zoraine with a rap sheet as long as a rancor’s arm.
She had found out a great deal both about the man and his company since the beginning of her investigation, but recent developments required her to call for additional help. The Blue Sun’s influence would soon be at an end thanks to the two dozen crack republic soldiers assigned to the raid, but one Jedi Investigator on the inside wouldn’t be enough to support them. A Jedi Shadow, or Dark Side Hunter, was required.
A whisper crawled within her skull. It was a voice that was just beyond the edge of hearing, or any other physical detection, but it was there all the same. ‘Someone’s coming,’ was all that it said. That someone’s intentions were unclear, but whatever they were she could easily handle them. Sure enough, a trio of knocks rapped her locked door and a gruff man’s voice called, “you in there, Red?”
Red. An annoying nickname they had given to her thanks to the color of her hair. Her eyes rolled before she stood from her bed to open the door. A towering man with arms the size of her torso stood opposite her in the door way, and a little smirk somehow made his ugly face even uglier. Her crimson eyes shot up and down his large body in search of a pistol or a knife, but not one was found. Most men didn’t carry weapons unless they had to. After she was sure he was unarmed the woman’s crimson eyes met the giant’s dull brown ones with the cigarette held daintily in between her lips, “what’s up, Corso?”
“We finally got to Zeltros. Wanna go out and get somethin’ to drink?” His voice reminded her of bumblebees buzzing around a beehive, and seemed to make the durasteel doorframe rumble at every word.
“Really? Was that what the tossing was? Thought we hit an asteroid for a second there.” A pensive look washed across the woman’s face as she plucked the cigarette from her mouth and held it between two fingers. That sweet smoke still curled up from the slowly burning tobacco. “Sure. Tattoos after, though. I need some more.”
That ugly smirk turned into an even uglier smile on the dimwitted giant’s face when she accepted his offer. He’d probably end up paying for them anyways, why shouldn’t she go? Tattoos covered the woman’s arms, some of her legs, and a few images were inked into her torso and back. There was nothing wrong with ‘one more tattoo,’ though. Tahlia silently followed the man down the long corridor that conjoined the crew quarters and the common room. “So that business with Weir,” Corso glanced down at the short woman, “that’s pretty much what happens when you try to skim off of the top. Xander wasn’t making an example of him or anything.”
Tairen Weir’s ‘trial’ was a bloody bit of business. “Idiot shouldn’t have tried to steal from the boss. Getting fried in a steel box is pretty painless compared to what some of the other guys I’ve worked for would’ve done. I just wasn’t expecting lightning to shoot out of the boss’ fingers like that.”
“Yeah,” Corso scratched his bald head with a massive finger, no doubt trying desperately to find something intelligent to say. He failed, “you haven’t seen it yet, but that lightning and the laser sword he has do some crazy stuff while we’re taking a ship. I’ve seen him block blasters with that thing.”
‘Oh, you mean he’s a Dark Jedi? Most of them can do that. It’s pretty easy, actually,’ she wanted to say. If anyone found out that she could use the Force, or was connected to Republic law enforcement, they’d do far worse than cook her in a homemade electric oven. Instead she nodded and returned a half thought out response. It quieted the big man down some, and left her to her thoughts until they descended down the ship’s ramp.
Lights and holograms danced in the sky of the homeworld of the hedonistic Zeltrons. It wasn’t her first time on the planet, but her mouth gaped at the sight all the same. Corso practically had to drag the red haired woman along after him as she stared slack-jawed at the sky. “First time on Zeltros, huh?”
After a trice the woman forced her eyes down to his, “nah. It just always gets me is all.”
The big man chuckled and continued to drone on as she followed him to the “Sleeping Gundark,” a cantina that was a favorite of his. Tali knew this because he didn’t shut up about it. Just before they went in, she stopped and checked the holographic chronometer that was attached to her arm. She was late, “Hey, I’ll be right with you. I just need to go and grab some cigarettes.”
Surprise flashed across the man’s face, but he nodded in acceptance. “Okay. I’ll order you a drink for when you catch up.”
She fired off a quick thank you and walked off towards the location her handler had given her. Three days prior she had called the Jedi and asked for the assistance of a Jedi Shadow. A small smile spread her lips thin before she took another puff of the cigarette: the cavalry was about to arrive.
Infiltrate. Observe. Report. Those three words perfectly described her orders in regards to the Blue Sun ‘privateering’ company. This ‘corporation always left zero witnesses, zero footage, and zero leads to their apprehension besides a great blue sun spray painted against the inside of the ship. All that the Republic knew was that their ‘C.E.O.’ was a human named Xander Zoraine with a rap sheet as long as a rancor’s arm.
She had found out a great deal both about the man and his company since the beginning of her investigation, but recent developments required her to call for additional help. The Blue Sun’s influence would soon be at an end thanks to the two dozen crack republic soldiers assigned to the raid, but one Jedi Investigator on the inside wouldn’t be enough to support them. A Jedi Shadow, or Dark Side Hunter, was required.
A whisper crawled within her skull. It was a voice that was just beyond the edge of hearing, or any other physical detection, but it was there all the same. ‘Someone’s coming,’ was all that it said. That someone’s intentions were unclear, but whatever they were she could easily handle them. Sure enough, a trio of knocks rapped her locked door and a gruff man’s voice called, “you in there, Red?”
Red. An annoying nickname they had given to her thanks to the color of her hair. Her eyes rolled before she stood from her bed to open the door. A towering man with arms the size of her torso stood opposite her in the door way, and a little smirk somehow made his ugly face even uglier. Her crimson eyes shot up and down his large body in search of a pistol or a knife, but not one was found. Most men didn’t carry weapons unless they had to. After she was sure he was unarmed the woman’s crimson eyes met the giant’s dull brown ones with the cigarette held daintily in between her lips, “what’s up, Corso?”
“We finally got to Zeltros. Wanna go out and get somethin’ to drink?” His voice reminded her of bumblebees buzzing around a beehive, and seemed to make the durasteel doorframe rumble at every word.
“Really? Was that what the tossing was? Thought we hit an asteroid for a second there.” A pensive look washed across the woman’s face as she plucked the cigarette from her mouth and held it between two fingers. That sweet smoke still curled up from the slowly burning tobacco. “Sure. Tattoos after, though. I need some more.”
That ugly smirk turned into an even uglier smile on the dimwitted giant’s face when she accepted his offer. He’d probably end up paying for them anyways, why shouldn’t she go? Tattoos covered the woman’s arms, some of her legs, and a few images were inked into her torso and back. There was nothing wrong with ‘one more tattoo,’ though. Tahlia silently followed the man down the long corridor that conjoined the crew quarters and the common room. “So that business with Weir,” Corso glanced down at the short woman, “that’s pretty much what happens when you try to skim off of the top. Xander wasn’t making an example of him or anything.”
Tairen Weir’s ‘trial’ was a bloody bit of business. “Idiot shouldn’t have tried to steal from the boss. Getting fried in a steel box is pretty painless compared to what some of the other guys I’ve worked for would’ve done. I just wasn’t expecting lightning to shoot out of the boss’ fingers like that.”
“Yeah,” Corso scratched his bald head with a massive finger, no doubt trying desperately to find something intelligent to say. He failed, “you haven’t seen it yet, but that lightning and the laser sword he has do some crazy stuff while we’re taking a ship. I’ve seen him block blasters with that thing.”
‘Oh, you mean he’s a Dark Jedi? Most of them can do that. It’s pretty easy, actually,’ she wanted to say. If anyone found out that she could use the Force, or was connected to Republic law enforcement, they’d do far worse than cook her in a homemade electric oven. Instead she nodded and returned a half thought out response. It quieted the big man down some, and left her to her thoughts until they descended down the ship’s ramp.
Lights and holograms danced in the sky of the homeworld of the hedonistic Zeltrons. It wasn’t her first time on the planet, but her mouth gaped at the sight all the same. Corso practically had to drag the red haired woman along after him as she stared slack-jawed at the sky. “First time on Zeltros, huh?”
After a trice the woman forced her eyes down to his, “nah. It just always gets me is all.”
The big man chuckled and continued to drone on as she followed him to the “Sleeping Gundark,” a cantina that was a favorite of his. Tali knew this because he didn’t shut up about it. Just before they went in, she stopped and checked the holographic chronometer that was attached to her arm. She was late, “Hey, I’ll be right with you. I just need to go and grab some cigarettes.”
Surprise flashed across the man’s face, but he nodded in acceptance. “Okay. I’ll order you a drink for when you catch up.”
She fired off a quick thank you and walked off towards the location her handler had given her. Three days prior she had called the Jedi and asked for the assistance of a Jedi Shadow. A small smile spread her lips thin before she took another puff of the cigarette: the cavalry was about to arrive.