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Post by Di Fastski on Jul 31, 2018 20:19:05 GMT -8
Di heard the knock, was on his feet before the second and almost at the door by the third with a gun in hand. Turning the knob he stepped to the side. And hello! Bring those legs in here! And the rest of you. Then his eye fell on Ciarán and he stiffened up. Di stared at the man a shocked gaze and jaw dropped. He had heard stories. But as much as he was convinced that you heard more, and more truth at that on the street he also believed that tales tended to grow taller on down the line. He stepped back keeping the gun in hand but low and in close, not clumsily hidden in a way that any with half a grain of salt would notice
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Post by Red Tape on Jul 31, 2018 20:34:16 GMT -8
Red Tape sat at the table, trusty E-9 blaster and E-11 blaster rifle set peacefully in front of him. The knock didn't move him much but he watched Di closely. Unlike Di he had no idea that Ciaran, or Laoch as neither was aware of, was lurking on the other side of the door. What he caught was what had to have been a bombshell of a broad, who must have had a bombshell explode in her face with some freaking parrot on her shoulder. This should be priceless -Red Tape- "What the...." His right hand fell on the table casually caressing the butt of the E-9 blaster |
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Post by Di Fastski on Jul 31, 2018 20:55:06 GMT -8
Then. Then Di saw the woman. He cringed. Standing back he almost lifted the gun and put her out of her misery but common sense stopped that move. He was no idiot. Some bimbo with a pigeon on her shoulder was no big deal. Some bimbo with a pigeon on her shoulder with that one goon was a big deal. A very big deal. And call it what you like, he would bet all the dope that he had and all the money he had made off dope that Laoch dude was with Ciarán. Call it women's intuition he didn't really care. This was not good
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 31, 2018 21:01:49 GMT -8
Gráinne rolled with the start from Di that she inspired. He wanted to fear the way she looked? That was to her advantage. She walked in as he stepped back. Didn't raise a hand nor did she take her gaze away from the man's eyes. She was playing this perfectly and for somebody doing so on the fly it was commendable Meanwhile back at the reception lounge Boland was getting bored. He looked at his watch. Maureen commented -Maureen- "Maybe we'd be less bored if were helping Grainne." |
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 31, 2018 21:47:59 GMT -8
Ciarán and Laoch swung in the door. Nice and easy. Both had guns holstered. Ciarán was set to speak in his oh so polite voice that made men hear the shovels digging their graves. But it was Laoch who began
-Laoch-
"Collection time gents."
That simple
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Post by Di Fastski on Jul 31, 2018 21:58:10 GMT -8
Di shuffled around frantically through a desk to his right. He passed off things in Ciarán's direction but caught himself and dangled the bag in front of the woman. She had beautiful eyes. Had. Had as in past tense. Make that a beautiful eye. And she looked like a gang of drunk Tuskens had a go at her. Terrible really. He smiled as politely as possible
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 31, 2018 22:05:03 GMT -8
Deftly taking the bag from Di's hand
-Grainne-
"Thank you."
She didn't stop to count anything simply looking the apartment up and down slowly grasping for something to say
-Grainne-
"Keep up the good work gents and we'll see you soon."
She slowly led Ciaran and laoch out the door, shutting it behind her Walking along she retraced her way as she had came stopping as she met Boland and Maureen. The little one ran up to her with a smile and taking her hand they left
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The Sable Count
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Post by The Sable Count on Mar 30, 2019 21:58:21 GMT -8
The glittering towers of Coruscant were in many ways reminiscent of the architecture of Carannia. Heavyset buildings, constructed of glass, metal, and stone. Highly decorated, with ornate statues, gilding, and designwork. Aderon had a flat in 500 Republica, specifically for the purpose of serving as a home away from home, at least while on Coruscant. And with the collapse of his kingdom on Serenno, this was as good a place as any to think things over. Entering the small sky-lobby that serviced his flat, as well as the three nearest to it, Aderon strode across the elegant tile floor, covered in diagonal white and green squares, outlined in gold, stepping onto the reddish carpet that surrounded the two potted trees and the fountain at the center of the room. Looking into the granite structure of the rectangular plinth that rose from the ascending tiers of slightly raised floorspace, obscured by the turquoise color of the water, he picked out the skyline of Coruscant lightly carved into this, a depiction of the glory that surrounded this city. A businessman sat nearby to the fountain, evidently waiting patiently for someone, presumably a business partner, for him to commence a meeting. The walls, made of a black stone, had columns made of granite reaching to the arched skylight of the atrium, with stepped limestone on both sides of each of the massive structure, with two circular lights inlaid in each of them. On the ground, spaced halfway between the bases of these pillars were more potted trees, and on the walls above these trees were statues of winged men protruding from the wall made of a sable material, attempting to free themselves from the walls to which they were attached. Even further above these statues were two balconies. The left one had entrances to this section of the tower's bar and restaurant, the doors split in half down the center, with a blue half egg reaching from the bottom and a red half egg reaching from the top, with the intersecting area being a cream color, with slightly darker colored rays emanating from a golden circle at the center. On the right balcony, there was a conference room and a theatre, both with the same doors as the other side. Potted trees stood at each end of the balcony, and a man and woman stood on the balcony outside the bar, simply staring into each other's eyes. Elaborate lamps, composed of squares that increased in width, then decreased, with lines running vertically up and down the fixtures, hung from the bottoms of the balconies, as well as from the ledges above the balconies. On the columns, two more circular lights were built into the granite, shining light onto the balconies. After being lost in thought for a while, Aderon walked forward towards the end of the massive room. A small structure with a framed ceiling stood at the end of the room. A man in a black uniform stood at the door to this structure, which also looked identical to the doors on the balcony. Shooting up from this structure were six glass tubes, with golden rings spaced evenly on them, split equally on the left and right sides, with a column rising through the middle of them. And on that column was a massive golden statue of a winged man, reaching towards the sky, his massive wings reaching nearly to the balcony level. As he neared the door, the uniformed man keyed in a code on a concealed panel next to the door. The two halves of the door slid to the left and right, allowing access to the elevators themselves. The two elevators farthest from the center led to their respective balconies, while the other four led to the different suites serviced by this atrium. Entering the middle tube on the right, he pressed a button on the elevator car, and it shot out of the atrium. Speeding silently up the building, the glass tube and car allowed a view of the now dark city. Many lights shone throughout the Galactic City, where the tower was located, outlining the beautiful architecture of this zone of the city. As he did, he began to ponder what his choice would have upon his personal life. The Dark Jedi. Thankfully, the organization respected individualism, and would ultimately allow him to live the life he chose, so long as it did not interfere with his work. Not like the Sith, who would aim to control every aspect of his life. But would he ever be able to live normally again? Would he ever be able to enjoy society, have friends, even love? These were questions he simply did not have an answer to.
Being shaken out of thought by the stopping of the elevator, and the doors silently pulling aside, he stepped into his suite, and walked past the water features in the entrance of the flat. Walking through the foyer of the apartment briskly, he entered the massive central room of the flat. With a pool in the center of the room, and rooms projecting off the center, he made his way up the stairs to the second level that overlooked the pool, entered bathroom, took a shower in the marble bath, stepped out, and changed into his formal wear, consisting of white breeches, a white doublet, and a black jerkin with golden buttons, and a white cape. Golden cufflinks and very thin golden chain attaching the two ends of the cape together. Stepping back into the elevator, he made his way down to the atrium, before entering the far elevator on the left, taking it up to the balcony, and approaching the door of the bar. Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward, and the door slid open noiselessly, revealing the room inside...
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Post by The Sable Count on Mar 31, 2019 20:23:21 GMT -8
The bar in question, named Miroirs, was a stately establishment. Brightly lit, it was a distinct contrast to many of the establishments deeper on the planet, Not that the count would know, as he strode along the white marble floors. The marble was outlined in black stone, and the room was segmented into three spokes coming off a raised central platform. These three spokes took up approximately two thirds of the area of the circle, with the remainder taken by the elevated platform. On the far side of this platform were two doors leading to a balcony overlooking the city. At this altitude, it had to be airtight, but the seamless, perfectly polished glass, combined with the constant pumping of fresh air into the room and concealed heat lamps and fans to match the outdoor weather systems gave the impression of being outside. Above these doorways were two seemingly elliptical forms, which were actually composed of light green rectangles. These contained a light on their underside, brightly illuminating the doorways to the "outdoor" section. The central spoke he was in contained the entrance to the bar, along with two tables that sat two, each with two patrons sitting at them. Freshly cut pink flowers that were delivered every morning broke up the brown color scheme of the tables. On each of the other spokes there were two more tables, as there was no need for an entrance area. The stairs had lights built into the centers of the vertical faces, and were topped with the same material as the tables, leading up to an elevated marble platform. Two massive red columns with silvery bases rose out of the ground alongside the stairs where the dividing walls ended, and alongside each of these columns was one table apiece. At the center of the room rose an open cylinder made, yet again, of the same material as the tables, and here was the bar itself. On a backlit panel at the top of this cylinder was the word "Miroirs" in silver lettering, and the bar countertop itself was segmented into parts by a silvery frame. Each of these segments had two barstools and a light each, while behind the counter, in a smaller cylinder contained within the larger one, were a four layered shelf with all manner of alcohols for sale. A human bartender stood by in case of special orders, while a team of shiny silver robots worked to provide the highest standard of beverages. Making his way to the bar, Aderon ordered a Pinot Noir, which was delivered to him swiftly in an expertly polished glass with an extremely thin gold trim. Taking his glass, he weaved past the handful of people actually wealthy enough to drink here to make his way onto the balcony to find a place to sit.
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Post by Elizabeth Olphen on Apr 1, 2019 19:15:46 GMT -8
As jazz music played over the concealed speakers of this part of 500 Republica, Elizabeth sat on the corner of the balcony level looking out over the city. As traffic moved back and forth around the many buildings in the city, bright arcing through the sky, projected from the massive skyscrapers. The unique architectural style of Coruscant had always struck her as the best in the galaxy. The sense of grandeur and achievement it conveyed was truly worth remembering. On a nearby building, a sphere rotated atop, advertising the tower's signature restaurant. The stone and metal faces and statues protruding off the walls and corners of the many buildings were illuminated by the excess of light coming from the faces of the buildings. In the large blocks of stone that made up the frame of the building, vertical floodlights had been installed, giving the buildings a sense of shape even in darkness. Altogether a beautiful view, to be certain, made all the better by the night. Many have claimed this city as a testament to man's greed. There was a time she might have agreed with such people, but she knew that things were much worse on other worlds. Returning herself to reality, she took sip from the glass of white wine sitting on the table before her. Out of her peripheral vision, she noticed a man dressed in white enter the room. Curious, she averted her gaze to the stranger. The pin on his lapel indicated he was a noble. Paying it no mind, she returned to her drink.
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Post by The Sable Count on Apr 2, 2019 13:45:06 GMT -8
As he looked about, he noticed a woman briefly glance at the pin on his lapel, before returning to her drink. Ordinarily, he would have paid it no mind, but he could feel something special about her. The power of the force within her. This was curious in itself, but even more curious was the fact that she seemingly recognized the pin. It was not something that people outside a very select group would recognize, part of the reason they were created. If she was also wearing one, it would immediately be understood that she was a member of the galaxy's nobility, but she was not. In fact, she resembled no noble family he had ever seen in his life. But in some way, she felt familiar. The striking blue eyes, the chocolate brown hair, the energy he could feel through the force; it all seemed far too familiar for a complete stranger. He pondered for a few moments as to whether he should pursue this. It could very well be that this was all some sort of unlikely coincidence. However, he vaguely remembered something he heard somewhere; that the force never moved by accident, and that nothing ever happened by coincidence. Stepping forward, he nonchalantly approached her. She seemed to be aware of this, and turned to face him. There seemed to be a spark of curiosity in her eyes, as well as her having a similar case of deja vu as him. She gestured for him to sit across from her wordlessly, as if attempting to see what she could make out in him that seemed so familiar to her. Worked just as well for Aderon; he was trying to do the same. Sitting down, he placed his glass on the table, the dark, swirling of the Pinot Noir contrasting with the perfecty serene, unmoving surface of her Riesling.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
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Post by Elizabeth Olphen on Apr 3, 2019 4:51:41 GMT -8
So it wasn't just her. Upon a second glance, she thought she noticed something familiar as well. However, she, unlike him, with her memory for faces, knew she knew him. Aderon Dooku, Count of Serenno. Former leader, until he was ousted from power by his own armies. She could very clearly remember a younger version of him, thought she could not place where she had seen him before. In any case, he seemed to be confused by the fact that he recognized her. To be expected, it had most likely been years, if not at least a decade since they had last saw one another. She decided she would be coy about her knowledge of his identity, see what sort of response she could provoke out of him. He was, indeed, very handsome, and she wouldn't mind making him squirm a bit. Who knows, maybe he could be of use to her. After all, she could certainly use the sort of connections he had. While she was an industrialist, he had connections to what was at one point the senate, but was now the planetary government. And if she planned to restore Coruscant to even a shadow of its former grandeur, she would certainly need help. Not even she could do this herself.
"Hm? I'm sorry, you might have me confused with someone else. You seem familiar, but... I can't quite place where I know you from."
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Post by The Sable Count on Apr 3, 2019 20:18:46 GMT -8
Aderon could sense something was off about her response. Without his abilities, it would have been nearly impossible to spot. Clearly, she had some experience when it came to lying. However, with the Force as his ally, he could, to a degree, tell truth from lie. And she was hiding something. Speeders zipped about outside the clear glass as this mental duel began unfolding. Aderon, picking up his glass from the table. Racking his brain, he tried to remember where he knew her from. There were feelings he couldd remember, emotions. In one instance, she carried with her a sense of properness; an instant later, she was familiar and intimate. Perhaps they had been friends at one time? Try as he might, he could not remember. The memories merely small imperfections in the fluid consciousness of the Count, like the tiny imperfections in a glass of Pinot Noir. Either way, it meant he would have to be unique in his approaching this.
"Alright, Mistress of Mystery, I'll play your game."
He would have to address everything but the matter at hand in order to get her to open up. Thankfully, he had met many people who required him to do the same in the past, so he knew what to do. Swirling his glass, he examined her choice of wine.
"Good choice, the Riesling, though I prefer reds myself."
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Post by Elizabeth Olphen on Apr 5, 2019 14:55:51 GMT -8
They went on for some time on the matter of wines as the background music of glasses clinking, chatter, jazz, with both sides of the argument making valid points as to why their respective wines were better, as the high end airspeeders often seen in this part of Coruscant streaked by the windows. Approximately an hour into their discussion, they came to a sudden realization that they had been discussing a seemingly insignificant topic for such a long time. And that laugh. There was something hauntingly familiar about it. Aderon offered to have dinner with her, which she graciously accepted. After walking to the next-door restaurant, and ordering a large, decadent meal, the discussion turned to what the future held for the two of them. Both remained equally coy, naturally, although Elizabeth did intentionally let slip that she was an industrialist, in order to perhaps trigger some memory in the Count himself. While she did not mention any specifics, she also mentioned that she was new to the planet and looking for friends. Ultimately, the entire exchange was very civl, though what else could one expect from a Count of Serenno and an upper class, educated woman of Coruscant?
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 24, 2019 15:28:00 GMT -8
Dooku, now standing in his suite, stood by the large, open veranda that dominated this particular large, circular chamber of his apartment, overlooking the city beneath him. Although Coruscant had fallen considerably since his last visit here, the 500 Republica building remained as civilized as ever, the small army of security staff used to protect the building doing a good job of keeping the gangsters that had taken over the rest of the planet away from the front doors. Sipping lightly on his glass of wine, the dimmed lamps that illuminated the circular space and, more specifically, the two slightly curved sofas in the room. Silently, both watching and thinking.
At length, he grew slightly tired of just standing in his flat, thinking to himself, so he decided he would take a walk through the building; perhaps go to one of the many atriums in the building to see if anyone was still awake. Perhaps he would find some interesting conversation among the residents of the tower; it wasn't unlikely that some would be out. Walking up the stairs and into the sitting room of the apartment, he briskly crossed the room's floor area, into the small lobby of the flat, before stepping into the glass elevator and punching in the skylobby this particular section of the skyscraper was serviced by. As the glass turbolift door sealed shut, he looked out onto the architecture of the galactic city. A peaceful view, if a little disingenuous. This sector of the planet seemed to be more or less at peace, thankfully. Nowhere near as great as it might have been even 20 years ago, but it had been a long time since then.
Stepping out onto the mostly deserted lobby floor, he walked across the marble floors, taking a brief moment to look at the architecture, before joining one of the late gatherings of people, still lingering in the lobby before heading up to their apartments.
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Post by Danté Demici on Oct 26, 2019 21:03:53 GMT -8
Danté Demici was in this particular skylobby, having recently finished a date with someone at one of the nearby restaurants. The Galactic City was one of the few places that was remotely safe from the violence that gripped the rest of the ecumenopolis, and 500 Republica was an oasis even within that relatively tranquil space. Unfortunately, his date was a fairly uninteresting Coruscanti woman, who came from some well-connected family or the other. However, he found the after-dinner crowd in this building much more preferable then the quiet, more relaxed atmosphere in his penthouse at the former Senate Apartment Complex. As a result of this, he had lingered in this area for quite some time, discussing the current state of the galaxy with, from what he could tell, were a former senator and an ex-Imperial general. It was, indeed, very pleasant to see the two getting along so well, living as they were in the neutral world of Coruscant, and that was the dream he hoped to cultivate in the Tion Cluster as well.
He did take note when Aderon joined their conversation, seemingly materializing where there had been absolutely no one standing before. He knew all about the man who had dared to defy both the Galactic Alliance and the First Order, and had attempted to establish a neutral state on the world of Serenno. It was a good plan, admittedly, and he could not pin down for certain why it had failed. Indeed, in many ways, such a state would not be unlike what Danté was trying to do in the Tion Cluster, although It was on a much larger scale then what the Count Dooku had planned. Even so, though, he would be a welcome addition to the small discussion that was going on among this particular group of people.
There was, of course, the time that the Count Demici had spent serving under Aderon. In many ways, he was something of what you might expect as an “ideal leader”. Charismatic, pragmatic, I afraid to get his hands dirty in order to achieve what he wanted. It was the sort of person who was almost perfectly cut out for politics. The type of person who would thrive in the highly competitive nature of the galactic ring of political strife. He had served as something of an inspiration to Danté’s own efforts. Ever since the fall of Serenno, he had more or less gone silent, but there were all sorts of rumors as what he had been up to. Indeed, perhaps he would get a chance to ask him about it during this discussion.
Extending his arm to shake Aderon’s, he began spreading while his brown gloved hand shook Aderon’s, which was wrapped in a similar colored material.
“Ah, greetings. I am Count Danté Demici. Over here are the former Senator Alexa Fireheart and General Von Moores. We would be honored if you would join our little conversation.”
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Post by Riwaza on Jan 16, 2020 9:07:57 GMT -8
Some time later, Riwaza would eventually arrive at the outskirts of the 500 Republica tower, taking so far the time to actually look on her datapad again, seemingly reading the news as a lone woman on a parkbench, her disguise making it on far distance hard to tell if she was Chiss, Pantoran or another blue-skinned member of an alien race. Yet she utilized the cover in order to utilize her farsight skills in order to scan the area around for the potential target, focusing her force ability solely on the description of her target. Male, Chiss in or around the area of the 500 Republica. Normally she would take more researches, but logic told her, that the members of her own race aren't as widespread through the galaxy due to their nature. There was the possibility, that she would track down multiple members of her species at once and even then only get brief glimpses of where they have been or might be currently... yet she needed to know first if her target was even in range.
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Post by Nytherias Nuruodo [RETIRED] on Feb 12, 2020 23:44:25 GMT -8
Field Marshal Nytherias Nuruodo strode out onto the balcony of his apartment at 500 Republica. Dressed in a pair of black paints, a white shirt, and a black vest, he looked far more like a well off civilian than the head of the Sword & Shield Dominion's Armed Forces. It was an outward appearance he had born out of necessity for the task at hand. He had ventured from Chiss Space all the way to the new Imperial Capital in hopes of recruiting Chiss into the service of the Dominion. To help protect the Galaxy from the dangers that lurked beyond the edge of the Galaxy.
For some, this was a simple matter of approaching them in his white uniform with his rank insignia worn proudly. But others required more subtle methods of approach. The Chiss Ascendancy had not been particularly welcoming of Force Sensitives within their ranks. There were few enough with the ability, and those that had it, almost always lost their powers by the time they had become adults. No one truly understand why this was. Nor could they explain the rare exceptions that managed to retain their powers into adulthood. Maybe it was biological, maybe it was psychological.
What ever the answer, Force Sensitives had been persecuted. Forced to flee Chiss space and take refuge elsewhere amongst the stars. But now, it was time for them to come home and be amongst their kin once more. Today, he was trying to lure one such individual out as he took a seat on the balcony and poured himself a drink. R2-Q5 rolled out a few moments later and started chirping off a report as Colonel Arani Leoni made her way out onto the Balcony as well. Dressed in a pair of leather pants and boots, with a belt and crop top, while wearing a short jacket. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail which rested on her right shoulder and ran down her chest as she took a seat opposite Nytherias
The perimeter is secure. Any vantage point a sniper could get you from is clear... Sir, was it so wise to set this blue ghost against yourself? You did read the stories right? She hunts people down... for free...
I assure you, it's fine Colonel. Who ever this woman is, she will not try assassinate me... Not for simply following someone. She'll approach me... Offer me a deal to leave her client alone or else I'll be sorry... In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she hadn't already found us...
How will we know?
Give it a day or two... And then we'll begin baiting her in closer...
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Post by Riwaza on Apr 25, 2020 6:24:58 GMT -8
Having taken notice of various individuals inside the building, that could match the description, Riwaza would eventually enter the residential tower.
Although there were still chances that there was more than one person involved, Riwaza pondered about the options at hand, as she had spotted few glimpses within the force. According to the client it was one person, a male Chiss who had tracked her - going by that information it would seem that at least one person was having a stalking agenda on the person in question. Yet, out of most individuals within the tower she had realized something off about at least one couple she had briefly seen, the glimpse hinting that one of them looked into a different direction instead of the opposite person. Potentially from a balcony.
The previous thought of this person being perhaps an Imperial Spy - or even worse - an agent of the Ascendency returned to her, as she began to realize that the whole affair might reach deeper than expected, assuming that she was right. In fact, it could even mean that it was a trap.
Keeping her hidden WESTAR-34 ready, she would take her time to find the appartment in question, once more reaching out briefly within the force to locate the current position of the two persons in question. Once she was certain of their location, she would eventually approach the door and make a brief knock on it. With her black glasses covering her eyes, solely the blue skin revealing her alien heritage, she waved aside her hair, one hand resting on her stylish purse. At first she sensed no threat coming towards her, yet it was hard to determine what it would mean in the end. If her calculations and guesses were right, she might have found the target person sooner than she would have thought.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2020 14:37:33 GMT -8
"Did they take the bait?"
Duh, I make my spells iiiiiirresistible. So hey, would you consider me wearing a black hat or a white hat for this role? I kind of like the idea of a white hat for once, yeah?
"Doesn't matter, Hex. Just keep an eye out for additional communication from them."
Hey, it matters to m-!
Sitting on the balcony with a glass of the finest wine Corellia had to offer, the young Falleen woman shut off her communications device with a sigh. So long as those meddlesome Jedi found the communication he let out, they would no doubt take up the mantle to go check it out. What more, if they found it, it means Hex could find them and keep an eye out for developments on this newest pandemic coursing through Bothawui. If it was dealt with swiftly on the planet, all would be fine with the galaxy. If it was something far more beneficial and dangerous, though, only then would the Nightingale allow them to get their hands dirty.
Leaning her head back and inhaling a relaxing breath, Nyx took in the shimmering lights and the purple night skies. The light pollution left much to be desired when it came to the beauty of the stars, but with a half shrug and a small sip, she didn't pay it any mind. She had long seen the stars and all their glory. To establish a residence here was a gracious welcoming. Of course, though, settling in one place didn't come without its fair share of little problems. It meant she could be easily tracked by those who knew how to find her. From within her suite, she could hear her door open and shut with a frantic slam, followed by the hastened clacks of high-heels in her direction. There were only a few who had access to her chambers like this. With a sigh, Nyx set her glass onto the patio table on the other side of her.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Nyx could tell that blondie was angry. Before she could turn her gaze to eye up the angry glare, Nirvana tossed her datapad into the woman's maroon silk-lined lap. The information on the front was an order from the Coruscant Galactic Peace Research Institute and their refrain from intervening with a specific crisis that had broken out on a planet in the Mid Rim. The order went on to explain their reasons, which remained ever so cryptic that it was evident that they didn't have a valid reason to stay put.
Nyx laughed a joyless huff and arched an eyebrow questioningly up at the human woman.
"I don't know. You tell me why your Institution pulled out."
She murmured her words as she handed back the datapad elegantly yet apathetically with one hand, her other reaching back for her glass of wine. Nirvana, though, clenched her teeth in a meld of desperation, rage, and anguish.
"Don't play dumb. Just a few weeks ago, I met with the Council and was among the leading ranks to be sent out on a task force for this. I know them dropping those plans without so much as a hint isn't a coincidence, Nyx. What did you do?"
Glaring up at the woman as though she was wasting both of their time, Nyx sighed in frustration. She knew full well that Nirvana wouldn't leave without a fight. Nirvana was a smart girl, which was the whole reason she came storming here the very moment she got word of this bad news. Standing to her feet, Nyx knew what she had to do and calmly guided the two back inside. Pressing a button for the transparisteel windows to shut, she offered them more privacy to delve deeper into this delicate discussion.
"I did what I had to, to keep you home. The Nightingale hasn't issued the command yet to get involved."
"That gives her no right to meddle in my personal affairs just to keep me in Galactic City."
Nirvana's eyes glowed alight as she tried to sneak into the Falleen's mind and do what she did best. Rewire and issue the command to push her to undo her prior work. The Force was a tricky thing for those who knew how to use it, and Nirvana shone in this department, even overcoming another strong-minded individual as though she was multiple users in one. The thing about it, though, Nyx was trained to combat this particular kind of attack. To play further into the Falleen's hand, Nirvana was off her game with her emotions taking charge. In a show to reveal that she had no effect on the Fallen, Nyx pouted her lips slightly as she guided the woman towards the sofa to sit.
"Now, now, none of that."
Unhappily, Nirvana took a seat and glared forward into nothingness. Following suit and settling herself next Nirvana, Nyx ran a hand over her back soothingly as she continued with honeyed, comforting tones.
"I know that you were looking forward to progressing your career, but make no mistake, Nirvana. The Nightingale hasn't deemed this issue worthy of more than a few eyes and ears. You know how valuable you are to her. To me. I don't want you going off on some diseased planet where I could possibly lose you to what they're battling. Should the situation change, though, you know that she'll pull a few strings to change your Institution's position on the matter, and you'll be the first person they'll send--that she'll send."
Nyx's pheromones wafted into the air and were having their full effect on the other. Her discontent over the matter would quickly dissolve with little fight. It was so easy to calm them this way. Sure enough, Nirvana inhaled a calm, deep breath before turning her crystalline blue eyes to the Falleen and nodded her head in complete understanding.
"So who did she send instead…? I think you owe me that much after taking this opportunity away from me…"
Nyx offered a gentle smile, her eyes shimmering in compassion. At least, that was what Nirvana would see instead of the actual sly half-smile and amusement to the poor woman's pleas. Still, she gave her something of an answer she was looking for.
"Oh, let's just say that we managed to sneak out some information that would conveniently get swept up by an outside faction. They should have a team heading there as we speak. When they head back for a briefing, we'll scoop up their report and reevaluate the situation at that time, okay, sweetie?"
Unhappy with the answer but having no other option but to trust the little Nyx did share, Nirvana sighed as she placed her hands against her hot cheeks to cool her flushed complexion. Nyx, though, reached for her wine and made a silent suggestion towards the human woman, who hummed and nodded in acceptance. With her approval of her offer, Nyx awarded her an ivory smile. She would give Nirvana the time to drink her own glass and talk about other unimportant matters, and she would be on her way, content for another day.
A glass of wine, a few silvery words, and a hint of pheromones. It was always so easy to keep these poor souls on a leash.
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