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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2020 10:55:40 GMT -8
This is Psycho to Nyx. The Lotus is in bloom."Excellent work. Upload your coordinates."Coordinates sent. Awaiting further instructions."Coordinates received. Mission success. We'll take it from here. Go home, rest up, and don't spend all your credits in one place."
Verifying the data that pinged into her datapad, the Falleen woman scrolled through the coordinates Psycho uploaded--a residential sector in the G17 district. The coordinates pinpointed a specific structure, to which the Falleen arched an eyebrow. Inputting a few requests, she managed to pull up information regarding the residents. She was looking for a teenage girl, confirmed to have been with her target. That was all the information she needed, though.
With Psycho's coordinates, it was all too easy to find the profile of Jin Song. Sixteen, voted twice as most artistic at her district school, a few run-ins with the law regarding vandalism. Anything regarding that was left a dead-end, though, typically meaning she went her way with little trouble and a clean escape. A few levels deeper uncovered family ties with old gangs that led to a tragic past, which was otherwise commonplace to those that tried to survive in the lower levels. What it all boiled down to, though, was that this Jin Song was just another girl who probably had no idea who she was harboring. Once she did, she would no doubt attempt to take the girl back to the Imperial Palace to rid her hands of her. When that time would come, Jin would reasonably take the girl to the stop she came from, which made Nyx's job all the easier.
With a hypothesis brewed, the Falleen pinpointed the direct paths from that location and the main stop from the district back to the Imperial Palace. Her next move was plotted, but this stage of the game would make or break her goals. For only a single minute, Nyx set her datapad in her lap and tilted her head back to take in a deep breath. She allowed herself this moment of peace after a sleepless night. In her line of work, they were far and few in between. When they were necessary, they were for extensive reasons. This, of course, was no different. Once her minute was up, Nyx moved quickly. Downloading and compacting all information into a single encrypted file, she uploaded it securely to another datapad. Once completed, the Falleen toggled the settings her communication device and shifted it to a different protected transmission. Patching through, she kept her instructions short and to-the-point.
"Data package uploaded. Your mission details are located inside. Don't let us down."
Among the gritty details of what was to come, the file sent also contained Psycho's coordinates to locate the house, the expected route to the station, and the profiles of her marks. One of Jin Song, also including her school picture for record. The other, of the one and only Fiora Delvardus, Imperial Princess and Heiress to the Knights of Ren, classified as high importance. All that was left to do now was wait and see how the next scene unfolded.
With a hummed sigh in confidence, however, Nyx leaned forward and moved a piece in her game of dejarik.
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Post by Nytherias Nuruodo [RETIRED] on Jun 11, 2020 2:52:44 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. Did you order room service Arani? I did not...Then I suspect our guest has arrived. I'll answer it, you stay here. He pushed himself up and out of the lounge chair, making his way from the balcony and through the apartment to the door. He took a moment to compose himself and take a breath. These sorts of situations were best approached under calm discussion. Something he had done himself no favour toward by becoming a target of this Blue Ghost. But it would have been significantly more difficult tracking this individual down otherwise. He put on a smile and activated the door controls, causing the panel to slide openHello there, I wasn't expecting any visitors... Are you perhaps lost? |
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Post by Riwaza on Aug 6, 2020 9:10:28 GMT -8
The moment where the presumed target opened up the door, Vrur'iwaz'auqi noticed that something was off, as her senses were tingleing. There was clearly something off about the male Chiss in front of her, given how calm he handled the situation. Whether his surprise was fake or not, Riwaza didn't trust him at all.
He was too sly, too adamant... even for the standarts of the regular cold-blooded Chiss population.
"We need to talk as perhaps then we'll see if you really weren't expecting any visitors", she solely stated, showing briefly the blaser weapon under her purse, a cold smile on her lips as Nytherias was able to spot her red eyes behind the sunglasses, "So may I come in?"
It wasn't necessarily the best diplomatic approach, but something told Riwaza now that this wasn't all about her client. Given the appartment owner's reaction she would find out whether the person really worked for one of the gouvernments, she rather tried to avoid than challenging them or if it was a regular case. So far her logic lead her to the belief that her first thesis was probably the right one - the second alternative would be not solely surprising, but awkward as well.
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Post by Nytherias Nuruodo [RETIRED] on Aug 9, 2020 2:04:26 GMT -8
Nytherias made no sudden moves as the Blue Ghost stated they needed to talk before flashing the blaster pistol she was carrying. His smile faded only slightly as she asked if she could come in
By all means my dear... Come in...
He took a step back and to the side of the doorway, letting her enter the apartment before activating the controls to close the door. He then lead the way through the apartment into the lounge area, taking a seat on one of the couches and motioning to another for the Blue Ghost to sit on. While he was not trying to overtly hide his intentions, it was clear she suspected what this was all about and that the story of his harassment of her client was merely a pretense
Please, have a seat and we can talk...
Arani stayed out on the balcony, seemingly still lounging about while the Field Marshal spoke with their guest
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Post by Riwaza on Aug 10, 2020 4:57:26 GMT -8
Riwaza wasn't sure whether she could trust the man in front of her or not - yet he was like her a Chiss. And in the end starting a talk was more logical than bruteforcing her target and the other person, she had sensed, into giving her the informations, she needed. Things seemed calm and her senses neither felt so far any threat coming towards her. Thus, the Chiss investigator pulled aside her WESTAR-34, clearly visible for Nytherias, as she took her seat.
"Chiss Ascendency or Imperial Intelligence?", Riwaza then asked dry, lowering her sunglasses, as she mustered her host in hopes to find more information, "A regular suspect would have either already fled from me or neither allowed me inside, so I assume you're working for an organization. 500 Republica is quite an exclusive place, so no smuggler ring or any smaller criminal organization. Either means company or gouvernment and companies normally don't lure in people like this.
So I'd like to know of what crimes I'm accused of or which informations you hope to obtain from me, given that you will ask for my abilities as a private investigator.
I can already give the answer, because it is in both cases no."
It was a bold statement, but Riwaza knew already that in any case a deal with both the Ascendency or the Imperials wouldn't favor her.
While the Ascendency would always remind her of being an outcast within Chiss society due to herself being a force user, the First Order had barely any interest in social justice, if it doesn't serve their propaganda course. Both regimes stood against Riwaza's personal principles and the reason, why she actually helped out people on Coruscant.
She solely feared that her visit at the appartment could complicate her plans to escape from the planet, as she had now the attention of at least one influential individual. If they could already track her down within this giant metropolis, there was barely any other place within the galaxy where their eyes wouldn't reach her.
For the moment though, Riwaza reminded herself though to be patient, listening so far to her intuition.
She could always blame herself for mistakes in the aftermath, should she have to shoot her way out of this place.
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Post by Nytherias Nuruodo [RETIRED] on Aug 13, 2020 23:48:39 GMT -8
Nytherias remained calm and collected as the woman took her seat and asked who he was with right out the gate. Without flinching, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured out two glasses. Offering one to the Blue Ghost, while taking the other and drinking from it. No doubt she would suspect the drink may be drugged, so he wanted to prove it was fine. It was also entirely possible she would decline the drink regardless. He waited until she was done talking, before he responded
It might surprise you to learn that it is neither one... Imperial Intelligence is not exactly my kind of thing, and the Ascendancy fell some years ago when the First Order invaded Chiss Space... The Empire of the Hand rose up to replace it under Imperial rule, but even that has fallen...
He took another sip of the whiskey. So long as he did not show any hostile intent, he suspect she would respond in kind. Neither one wanted to kill the other. At least, that was what Nytherias was able to read from her
You are correct though, I am no criminal nor company man. Nor are you accused of any crime nor do I wish to obtain information from you as an investigator. What ever you've done here or in the past is no concern of mine. No, my motives are not so mundane... But first, allow me to properly introduce myself, I am Field Marshal Sabosen'ytheria'snuruodo of the Chiss Sword and Shield Dominion. The government that has replaced the Ascendancy and Empire of the Hand...
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Post by Riwaza on Aug 27, 2020 5:58:45 GMT -8
Riwaza tried to not show any emotion of surprise, as she felt no lie behind the words of the man, who claimed to be a Field Marshall of a new Chiss military force. One of which she had never heard before. So far the private investigator had heard rumors of another Empire of the Hand trying to challenge the Ascendancy, yet she never had bothered too much about gathering more news from the Unknown Regions, as it was never relevant to her work on Coruscant.
Yet this neither changed anything.
A gouvernment was still a gouvernment.
"And I assume this supposed 'Sword and Shield Dominion' has more competent leaders, which can keep up good-old Chiss traditions alongside the Imperial doctrine better than their rivals, yes?", she thus replied, slightly sarcastic, "As much as your... invitation honors me, Mr. Sabosen'ytheria'snuruodo, I'm pretty certain that you will find better recruits and spies than me on Coruscant. I only know how to shoot a weapon and the Chiss on Imperial Intelligence can probably list you more than just family names of regular people for the right prize. I doubt that your society desires people of my kind, who fail to see the greater picture of your grand plans."
It wasn't necessarily the nicest way how Riwaza could have told Nytherias that she wasn't interested in any offer from the Chiss gouvernment, but there were still doubts. In the end she was a force user. The Field Marshal might potentially be aware of that, which only gave her the riddle of why he hasn't already killed her.
He didn't seem to fear her and so far Riwaza neither sensed any threat from the second person, whose presence she had felt earlier within the force. Something was off and it was the only reason, why Riwaza hadn't already fled from the appartment complex and contacted STW-0NA to execute one of the many escape plans from the capital city, she had already planned out for a case like this.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2020 13:35:13 GMT -8
The day had been long, tiresome, yet interesting. Nyx kept her communications on, locked on a private network, while keeping eyes on other garbled transmissions originating from 'important' places or people, such as local crime lords, police, and First Order guards making their rounds throughout the lower levels. Although she was always on the sidelines, Nyx was a key player. If this didn't go smoothly, she failed. While others may have experienced victory in their small role, her satisfaction came after all was said and done, leaving the 'lawful evil' befuddled and the others in a less fortunate state.
It took up most of the day before the vital chatter drifted off, but Nyx had caught the necessities. Over a dozen members of the Red Krayt Gang had been eliminated in the wee morning hours. Although a suspect had yet to be confirmed, an eye witness had apparently described a young girl responsible for at least one confirmed death. Naturally, that much was left alone by the local authorities, allowing the trail to grow cold. They were big men in uniforms. They refused to believe that this elusive gang was made an example by a young girl.
The Red Krayts scrambled. The boss was left with the streets soaked in his best men's blood. It wasn't just a massacre. It was a warning they long had coming to them. For all they knew, it was at the hands of a little punk. Jin was lucky. Laws always favored minors. Her description was never released by the media. Not like the police wanted a 'hero' to be plastered over the HoloNet anyway. In the Underworld, heroes were silenced shortly after their crowning.
When it was all said and done, though, no 'innocents' were caught up in the massacre, leaving authorities shaking their heads yet grateful to have the bastards off the streets. All, for the most part, had gone according to plan. There was still that one tiny strand that remained dangling--Jin. Nyx would either tie it into the magnificent whole in due time… or cut it off.
Sunlight had diminished to twilight. Nyx finalized her report, sending it off with a brief, vocal transmission.
"The Spider has found the web."
For her own records, the Falleen continued to punch in data into her datapad, cleaning up details for her personal use later. Without bothering to glance up, she made her way out to the balcony and settled into her chair. Crossing a leg over the other, Nyx relaxed. She added a few more figures, but as she did so, she arched an eyebrow towards nothing in particular.
"I take it you had no issues?"
Nyx seemingly spoke into the void of shadows and silhouettes. However, she knew when @zenox was here, lurking in the gloomy darkness on the far side of her durasteel and laroon-wooded railed balcony. She may not have benefited from Force Sensitivity as he did, but she found that an acute awareness of her surroundings suited her far better anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2020 10:16:39 GMT -8
"Of course not." A smooth voice resonated from the shadows of the balcony in response to Nyx.
Within the darkness of the corner, he had remained hidden from sight, arms crossed as he awaited the Falleen's arrival. Almost as if covered in a mystical shroud, his words seemed to break whatever power fully hid him as the outline of his figure became a bit more visible. He then opened his eyes, the faintest of color illuminating the shadows covering his face.
"Everything has fallen into place as planned. Our eyes have expanded and the message has been sent. A perfect two for one scenario, I'd say."
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Post by Nytherias Nuruodo [RETIRED] on Sept 26, 2020 3:54:18 GMT -8
Riwaza tried to not show any emotion of surprise, as she felt no lie behind the words of the man, who claimed to be a Field Marshall of a new Chiss military force. One of which she had never heard before. So far the private investigator had heard rumors of another Empire of the Hand trying to challenge the Ascendancy, yet she never had bothered too much about gathering more news from the Unknown Regions, as it was never relevant to her work on Coruscant.
Yet this neither changed anything.
A gouvernment was still a gouvernment.
"And I assume this supposed 'Sword and Shield Dominion' has more competent leaders, which can keep up good-old Chiss traditions alongside the Imperial doctrine better than their rivals, yes?", she thus replied, slightly sarcastic, "As much as your... invitation honors me, Mr. Sabosen'ytheria'snuruodo, I'm pretty certain that you will find better recruits and spies than me on Coruscant. I only know how to shoot a weapon and the Chiss on Imperial Intelligence can probably list you more than just family names of regular people for the right prize. I doubt that your society desires people of my kind, who fail to see the greater picture of your grand plans."
It wasn't necessarily the nicest way how Riwaza could have told Nytherias that she wasn't interested in any offer from the Chiss gouvernment, but there were still doubts. In the end she was a force user. The Field Marshal might potentially be aware of that, which only gave her the riddle of why he hasn't already killed her.
He didn't seem to fear her and so far Riwaza neither sensed any threat from the second person, whose presence she had felt earlier within the force. Something was off and it was the only reason, why Riwaza hadn't already fled from the appartment complex and contacted STW-0NA to execute one of the many escape plans from the capital city, she had already planned out for a case like this.
I would not say we are... strict adherents of old Chiss Traditions. Nor do we necessarily marry them with Imperial doctrine. The Dominion is after a return to our people's most traditional and basic duty: monitoring the Unknown Regions and stopping anything from beyond getting in... We act as the shield of a galaxy filled with billions of innocent lives, and the blade with which to cut down those threats that do not back down... To be blunt about the matter, our people need you and others like you. The power you have, is not some curse or black mark. It is a skill you were gifted with and, unlike many others, managed to retain into adulthood. I'm not after spies nor names of families. I'm looking for people willing to fight for what they believe in, to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. Empires and Republics rise and fall all the time throughout history, but the Chiss have survived them all and ensured that things beyond this galaxy remain there. I have seen things out there that, if we do not stand together against, would consume all light and life in this galaxy. All those whom you have helped and saved would be consumed... I ask you to return to Csilla and help us. You should not have been forced into exile, and nothing I say can erase that fact. I can merely offer you a chance to return to Csilla and to be amongst your people once more. But should you decide not to, you may leave here freely. I will not make you come with me, nor will my companion follow you. Such an exercise would be foolish, given how adept you are at being known as a ghost... |
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Post by Riwaza on Sept 26, 2020 10:17:10 GMT -8
So he knew of it.
Their gouvernment knew that she was a force-sensitive person.
The realization wasn't necessarily shocking, but to some degree concerning for Riwaza. If their gouvernment was able to detect her, others were probably able to do so as well, no matter if they were Chiss or Intel... or even worse. All her life Riwaza was worried about this moment, unsure if she would actually have to execute any gouvernment agent, who confronted her with this situation - just to know though that it was at this point too late.
It was less the informations they could gain from Riwaza what she feared but rather what they already knew about her.
Massive networks against a single force user.
Granted, her abilities gave her the upper edge over the regular individuals at these organizations, helped her to just manipulate where she could possibly evade from their radar once more.
But for how long and for what prize?
Given the situation though the odds never seemed favorable for her though, as she analyzed the situation.
If this was all deception, Nytherias was probably the most outstanding liar among the Chiss she had ever met... and not even Chiss, despite their appearence, are perfect. Her people were always good at masquerading their mistakes, showing only the image to the galaxy they wanted to show them. In the mind of a regular galactic citizen they all were imagined to be like Thrawn, to be some grand genius banished from a perfect utopia of others with the same capabilities like him.
Even in exile, Riwaza quickly realized how far stretched and naive these beliefs were.
And yet an advantage, she played out as best as she can in order to survive.
"Ghosts do not leave traces though, at least not physical ones", she answered dry, her red eyes mustering Nytherias once more, "I might not be as perfect as you think I am, no matter how you think of my abilities. Even if I trust your word, there are others within your society, who would certainly contest your claims as well, though for other reasons. It is the same lesson, which the Imperials never learnt, which is why they still face resistance not solely from those outside their systems, but from within as well.
As you wisely said, Empires and Republics fall all the time in history.
But some aspects always survive to plot the fall of the next system in charge.
Even your Dominion won't be spared by this cycle."
Leaning back relaxed Riwaza looked around for this other person, which Nytherias had brought with him, before she would eventually continiue.
"Nontheless, whether and specifically WHEN your system will fail, I can not predict. I can predict my chances though of others finding out about my existence, others which aren't as benevolent as you claim to be. Force users are either seen as a tool or as a threat. I have no interest in getting instrumentalized by the petty Emperor, so that either the Knights of Ren or his Imperial Knights bend and form me as they see it fit. Too many petty conflicts over one leader figure due to different religious beliefs are illogical.
So is the regular conflict between the Jedi and the Sith. One extreme trying to war the other extreme - some more radical than others.
Leaving the First Order territory would either drive me into the southern galaxy, where I already know who rules this dark domain... rumors of the Blackguard spread quickly within the Coruscanti underworld for there are many tales from many refugees. A force user alone within a region dominated by radical force users will sooner or later face worse than getting chased by Imperial agents and the likes of it. Also not an option.
In the end I have to admit that my likely chances of survival lie with your faction among the Chiss. Ironic, isn't it?"
She couldn't really smile on it, as it was one of the few times, where Riwaza had to admit defeat.
Not in front of Nytherias and his attempts to persuade her...
Riwaza lost a match of mental Sabbacc to herself.
Either she continiued to hide, while it would solve nothing and perhaps drive her into the arms of more unpredictable forces within the galaxy
or she would return home alongside someone she could potentially consider an ally, should they speak the truth.
"You can take it as a yes, that I might be convinced to join up with your forces. However it's now on your side to provide me the proof for your words... after all I have everything to lose should this be just sugar-coated deception, well performed by gouvernment forces."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2020 14:46:16 GMT -8
Nyx had known the foundation of his answer before she even asked. Gathered intel and rerouted transmissions told her all that she needed to know. Truth be told, she desired something more substantial from Noctis. Then again, he was as precise as she was, trained by one of the best. Even amongst each other, details and information were held close to the chest. She couldn't say she was surprised by his concise response.
Nyx hummed an acerbic laugh as a smirk played at her lips. However, his mention of 'perfection' sent a razor-like shudder through her spine. Finally lifting her gaze from the datapad, Nyx shot daggers towards Noctis.
"It'll suffice. There are still a few loose ends you left for me. The girl. Song. Letting her kill a man practically in broad daylight wasn't a part of the plan. Now law enforcement is all over it, and there's a chance your identity could be compromised if I don't clean up the mess."
Luckily, it was a quiet night at the 500 Republica. There had only been a few residents lingering on the ground floor when she entered. It wasn't much of a concern either way. The way the woman dressed, walked, and commanded attention and respect, she was easily mistaken as some sort of politician or another influential person. Poised, strong, beautiful. It was her usual 'skin' when entering these parts.
The data reached the woman quickly. She glanced over it on a datapad as she strode down an empty upper-level corridor, but the details were straightforward. Scanning a keycard, she cleared the encryption lock, and the doors whooshed open welcomingly. With decisive steps, the woman strode into the penthouse with calm determination. She was quiet, allowing herself to hear the last parts of the Falleen's harsh words. Her presence was swift to grab Nyx's attention, though, who stood quickly to face the new woman. Although Nyx carried herself with similar grace, it paled in comparison to the newcomer who made herself known.
"So what do you plan to do about it, Nyx?"
The question rang as a challenge to the woman--her right hand. Nyx took up the mantle with a firm determination, yet she still seemed meek compared to her mistress's strength.
"The Red Krayts have already caught wind of the girl's involvement. They will soon learn more about her, either naturally or controlled. They'll take care of it before the media gets their talons in her."
The Nightingale seemed to pout with the flicker of a grim smile, but the shake of her head revealed she was less than pleased with Nyx's answer.
"Didn't I teach you any better? A new variable has been added--a possibly valuable one. You have a new piece to play with. Don't be so quick to throw it away."
Nyx scowled inwardly. It was more than evident that the Falleen was beginning to lose some of her usual collected demeanor.
"With all due respect, I find it unwise to alter the plan, m'lady. We were only to send a message to those kidnapping thugs and, abusing our newest advantage, use our resources to infiltrate the F-"
"Silence."
The command was firm yet somehow laced with an elegance befitting of a queen. The Nightingale's expression betrayed nothing, neither malice nor disappointment. She simply was. With Nyx now silent, however, the woman turned her gaze smoothly towards her assassin--her other hand that ensured that even the worst would be carried out swiftly and mercilessly.
"Noctis, what was the relationship between this girl and the Princess? Exasperated? Neutral? Friendly? Sisterly?"
The woman nearly hissed the final question in how slow and deliberate she posed it to him. Although her head remained tilted towards the shadowy assassin, her calculative gaze cut over sharply to Nyx, who remained seethingly silent until permission had been granted to her by her cold yet merciful mistress.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2020 13:00:53 GMT -8
As Nyx spoke, her sharp stare seeking to speak in tones her voice could, Noctis allowed his grey eyes to remain fixed on her, no more emotion or intention than the Falleen would allow to emanate from her features. The training they both received, while different in certain regards, carried similarities, especially when giving up information at the most minuscule level.
That didn't stop his inner thoughts from thinking, criticizing the woman who simply sat within her penthouse and expected all to go exactly as planned with no issues. It was even more irksome when she expected it a certain way and made no room for alterations based on the evolving situation. It was the difference between a field agent and one operating behind the datapad. Yet, there were those that were capable of expanding the plans from where she sat because he knew their minds to be open, expecting things to change. After all, one couldn't always predict every path and reaction, especially if all the variables weren't fully understood.
Jin was one such case. He needed to remain out of sight as much as possible and find the best way to fulfill his mission. So jumping in before the girl made her kill would have exposed him and possibly sent the girls running in fear. To find the best path, he had to let things go as he adapted to the situation. In this case, it meant letting Jin kill the thug she did before getting beat. He realized the risk, but he doubted much would become of it. It was a single girl seeking to protect another from a group of grown men. Any video evidence would prove it. And if the Red Krayts made a move first, then she was taken out of the equation. But if there was one thing he was certain of was the safety of his identity. Jin was face down, bloodied, and beaten. If she saw him, she wouldn't have been in the position to make out details. Fiora was another matter, but he had no doubts that nothing else would come from it. Jin speaking up about Fiora would put the princess in the spotlight. That was more than enough to keep Jin quiet about her companion.
His thoughts were brought to an end, though, as another began to speak. Pushing himself from the wall he gave a bow of his head as the new arrival appeared. He knew the voice all too well, one he respected and followed with great loyalty. She was the one who trained them, who led them. They were her hands, the ones that carried out her orders.
His head didn't once raise as Nyx was reprimanded for her approach on the matter. He imagined that the Falleen was less than pleased with the choice words but dared not reveal in this fact for this woman had no issues turning that against him. Something that would evidently happen if she felt he had made an error in his own judgment on the mission.
When she finally addressed him, he looked up to her. "My lady, based on what I witnessed, I would say they care for each other rather well. Friends, for sure. Maybe something a bit deeper. Jin sought to protect the Princess completely and when the girl was being beaten, Fiora was in tears. Further watching from the moment of intercept indicated these feelings to be true. They both were picked up by a Knight of Ren and taken back to the palace."
Despite the confidence in how he handled the situation, with the Nightingale now before him asking questions, he hoped that what he viewed as a perfect two bird scenario would also please her.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2020 13:50:32 GMT -8
It seemed like the faintest of smiles to appear on the Nightingale's black-painted lips. It was a stark contrast to the sharp, calculative gaze of the Falleen woman. Like any game of chess or dejarik, there were two strategic minds pitted against the other. There was only one issue. Nyx was undefeated against all except for one, and that woman stood in between her and Noctis. It never stopped the apprentice from attempting to defeat the master, though.
"Yes, so her relations can make her a crucial piece. The media has already latched onto the notion of mass murder in the G17 district, as was the plan. They'll air their story as a means to push for more military involvement from the First Order. However, we now have to solve the dilemma that Noctis could not locate and send the coordinates to where the Krayts are taking these children. We cannot guarantee what the First Order will find now. If we let Song talk, we could easily expose ourselves instead of hiding behind the shroud that this entire scenario was gang-related violence. To add to his failures, without those coordinates, we cannot tie this up in a neat little bow to ensure that military activity doesn't get any worse than it already is."
"Are you finished?"
Nyx's jaw tensed, her teeth clenching so tightly together that she couldn't speak at first. However, the Nightingale remained poised and silent for what felt like an eternity. She was waiting for an answer from Nyx before continuing. Without another option before her, the Falleen bowed her head in a light display of apologetic reverence.
"Yes, my lady."
Tilting her chin up slightly, the Nightingale addressed both of them equally.
"While we cannot dismiss your alteration to the plan, Noctis, and leaving us blind, we cannot overlook the opportunity he's given you, either, Nyx. Jin is now under the safety of the First Order, by order of the Imperial Princess. The Red Krayts have remained elusive to the First Order by altering their operations and staying out of the First Order's radar. They wouldn't risk that mistake in attempting to go after her. I'll ensure they'll learn about her newest relations if they ever get their greedy little hands on her information. So for now, we work with what we have. Noctis-"
The Nightingale fixed her dark gaze upon the Sephi.
"-a new message is to be given to the Red Krayts. Anyone who will denounce their involvement and are willing to give up the kidnapped children's location will live under the protection of Asha Zheru. Find the Queen Mother. She will be able to spread our message without further altercation."
There was a saying in the underworld. 'Snitches get stitches,' and usually, that was an understatement. Few could escape that fate who didn't know how to properly play their cards. In the name of Asha Zheru, though, many knew that giving up information could alter their lives for the better. The name was spoken like a goddess's by some but a demon's by others. There was at least one in that gang of thieves, though, that would rather pray for forgiveness than to be dragged to the depths of Chaos like the petty thugs they were.
The Nightingale then turned to the Falleen.
"Nyx, you have a contact within Galactic City -- Ironclad. Feed him the information he needs to clear that girl's name from the scene of the crime. Once he has that, I can send one of my contacts to pick up the breadcrumbs to feed to the media. Once our three pieces come together, we'll come out with more than we planned."
"Then what of Jin Song, my lady?"
The Nightingale smiled. It was rare to ever see a genuine one find her lips, and this was no different. Although there was some sense of joy in the expression, there was a more plotting maliciousness about it, shrouded within the shadows of Corscant's twilight skies.
"Her future may rest by the Imperial Princess's side, but only time will tell. If she chooses that path, though, we'll have left her a trail of breadcrumbs to keep her curiosity alight and one day lead her to us. You can take the girl out of the underworld, but you can't take the underworld out of the girl. She will remain a valuable asset, no matter how long it takes her to find us."
Although Nyx was still clearly wary of these new, ambitious goals, the Nightingale worked quickly yet critically. The Falleen had yet again made her move, and the other woman was quick to offer an effective counter. She had no further arguments for her mistress. She would do as was instructed.
Nyx offered an understanding nod towards the Nightingale. After this silent exchange, both women turned to the Sephi assassin, lurking ever-silent within the corner. It was clear that the Nightingale was prepared to go on her way, but first, she would ensure that he had no concerns of his own. They were her closest two confidants, something that wasn't taken lightly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2020 18:09:57 GMT -8
Noctis's ears twitched a bit as they took in Nyx's words. With each line that was said, the more he wanted to interject to explain what had transpired so that they could understand the choices he made and why. For as much as he wanted to bash her, though, he would remain respectful and matter-of-factly, especially in the presence of the Nightingale.
However, before even Nyx could finish her thoughts on the matter, she was quickly cut off by the woman. This was all the indication the Sephi needed to stay quiet lest he invoked her wrath. And so he remained quiet in silent submission and reverence for his master as Nyx backed down as well. Once the storm found some calm, his new orders came from the Nightingale, causing him to stand straight. Listening, he gave a nod and small bow of his head. "As you wish, my lady. The message will be spread through the underworld. I'll also have the Locneer Mercenary Guild keep their eyes open for movement to further pin down their location."
Glancing between the two women, Noctis took a few steps away towards the balcony. He was given his new orders and he didn't intend to hold onto the message. Reaching the edge, he leaped over the edge and was suddenly gone from sight.
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Post by Nytherias Nuruodo [RETIRED] on Oct 10, 2020 23:28:11 GMT -8
She couldn't really smile on it, as it was one of the few times, where Riwaza had to admit defeat.
Not in front of Nytherias and his attempts to persuade her...
Riwaza lost a match of mental Sabbacc to herself.
Either she continiued to hide, while it would solve nothing and perhaps drive her into the arms of more unpredictable forces within the galaxy
or she would return home alongside someone she could potentially consider an ally, should they speak the truth."You can take it as a yes, that I might be convinced to join up with your forces. However it's now on your side to provide me the proof for your words... after all I have everything to lose should this be just sugar-coated deception, well performed by gouvernment forces." You are indeed correct that the Dominion will one day fail. And from it, a new government will rise and take control. But the one duty I will keep performing, is the defence of this galaxy against those forces outside of it trying to get in... Much like himself, the Blue Ghost was extremely well informed and up to speed on the current political situation of various sections of the galaxy. Indeed, rumours were swirling of a Sith stronghold in the south east, while a handful of Jedi were rumoured to exist in the North East. The First Order had its own collection of Force traditions vying for people, something like to come to the forefront once Nicademus passed away. But these were matters for another time.
For the time being, his focus was upon the conclusion that the Blue Ghost came to: that her safety was most assured amongst the Chiss. In truth, while her Force Abilities were valuable, he did not intend to use her for them. She was, at the end of the day, a Chiss first and foremost. And it was for that reason, that he sought her out. Because she was unaligned to the First Order already, and had been banished from Csilla merely because of her powers. He gave another sombre and subtle nod of his head in agreement with her final statementYou are free to come and go as you like. I will not bind you with cuffs or other implements. Instead, I offer you this datachip with the co-ordinates for The Salvation, my flagship. Assuming of course you have your own transportation. Otherwise, you are welcome to join myself and Colonel Prara'ran'ileoni aboard my GX1 Short Hauler. I leave the choice to you. But I give you my word, you will not be harmed or detained. |
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Post by Riwaza on Oct 13, 2020 8:24:14 GMT -8
Although the Blue Ghost did not seem to betray any emotion, he could tell she was weighing up the situation. Something she somewhat confirmed when she spoke, seeming to talk her way through the decisions he was making or had come to. He remained silent and attentive, listening as she spoke, mentioning that even the Sword & Shield Dominion would one day fall as well. He gave a small incline of his head in agreementYou are indeed correct that the Dominion will one day fail. And from it, a new government will rise and take control. But the one duty I will keep performing, is the defence of this galaxy against those forces outside of it trying to get in... Much like himself, the Blue Ghost was extremely well informed and up to speed on the current political situation of various sections of the galaxy. Indeed, rumours were swirling of a Sith stronghold in the south east, while a handful of Jedi were rumoured to exist in the North East. The First Order had its own collection of Force traditions vying for people, something like to come to the forefront once Nicademus passed away. But these were matters for another time.
For the time being, his focus was upon the conclusion that the Blue Ghost came to: that her safety was most assured amongst the Chiss. In truth, while her Force Abilities were valuable, he did not intend to use her for them. She was, at the end of the day, a Chiss first and foremost. And it was for that reason, that he sought her out. Because she was unaligned to the First Order already, and had been banished from Csilla merely because of her powers. He gave another sombre and subtle nod of his head in agreement with her final statementYou are free to come and go as you like. I will not bind you with cuffs or other implements. Instead, I offer you this datachip with the co-ordinates for The Salvation, my flagship. Assuming of course you have your own transportation. Otherwise, you are welcome to join myself and Colonel Prara'ran'ileoni aboard my GX1 Short Hauler. I leave the choice to you. But I give you my word, you will not be harmed or detained.
She felt within the Force that it was probably the right decision.
"Tell the Salvation that they expect another GX1 transporter as well - Csilla might not be my home, but I won't leave my home at Coruscant. Time will show us, where I truely belong to."
She then stood up, solely taking a brief look towards the balcony, before granting the Chiss officer a brief nod.
"We'll see us soon. May the Force be with you."
And with these words, Riwaza headed off, leaving the 500 Republica complex as quickly as she came. Over her C1 personal comlink, the Chiss contacted someone she held dear, someone she considered as part of her own personal family. One piece of what made the Calculator a home to her.
"We're leaving Coruscant, 0NA", she solely said dry, knowing that the BD-3000 luxury droid was on the other end of the line, "And don't ask why exactly, I'll tell you once I'm aboard."
::Affirmative, madame. All escape routes are open, hostile targets outside the cargo hauler: negative. Target location?::
"A Chiss cruiser. Salvatation. I'll tell you the coordinates once I'm on board."
A short silence befell the street which Riwaza passed, as she could feel the confusion of her friend.
::Madame, reporting malfunction. Unit STW-0NA understood target destination is a Chiss cruiser named Salvation. Please repeat the last transmission.::
Riwaza nearly had the urge to grin.
"No, you understood me clearly. It turns out my latest task was orchestrated by a new Chiss gouvernment. We have arranged a mutual agreement, so to say."
::Do you prefer to handle the situation smoothly or want me to show full cleavage?::
"Keep the pistol for defense ready, but no big guns. They're not friends, but I don't want to execute potential allies with my maid droid. Just get dressed up, look pretty and let me handle it."
::Understood, madame!::
Vrur'iwaz'auqi turned around a last time to look at the building complex, before she finally headed towards the next hangar bay, where the Calculator already waited for her. For the moment it would probably be the last time she would see Coruscant.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2020 14:34:22 GMT -8
"Excellent."
The seemingly-human woman offered one final approving nod towards the Sephi. She moved as Noctis did and made her way inside. It left only her and Nyx together now, where they could continue any lingering disagreements without an extra set of prying eyes and ears. The Falleen woman knew as much, and with her mistress's movements into her home, she wasn't too far behind.
With datapad in hand, Nyx ignored the other woman, though, as she shut the transparasteel balcony doors and settled herself onto the luxurious, white leather sofa. Her mission had been given to her, and thus, she began her work without further complaint or concern. The data that she had was simple enough to tweak. With all of the need-to-know facts uploaded into an efficient encrypted file, Nyx could easily send it through as an anonymous source to her intended target -- Ironclad.
It was as if the other woman had it down to a science. The moment Nyx set down her datapad, the Nightingale slid herself next to the Falleen with two glasses of red wine in hand. With an emotionless smile and calculative stare, the woman offered her companion the spare drink. Nyx was the first to sip, giving the Nightingale the first move to break the silence.
"Where have I failed in teaching you how to adapt, Nyx?"
Usually, all of the Nightingale's questions were spoken in command of an answer. However, Nyx could hear the condescending tones, patronizing her and her apparent inability to perfectly mold to her lady's new desires. Nonetheless, it didn't change that none of her questions were rhetorical.
"You have not failed me, my lady."
"Ah, then what is it? Speak your mind."
Nyx lowered her glass as she leaned forward. Her datapad abruptly pinged in confirmation; Ironclad had received her missive.
"I simply cannot see this new plan finding fruition. Leaving Song alive leaves a high margin of error you usually don't accept. There are too many risks without a high enough guarantee for reward."
"Perhaps, but my understanding is that your original plan involved allowing the girl to die or be left to worse fates with the Krayts. It's a waste. Did you truly strike out the possibility of the Princess befriending her and using that to your advantage?"
Nyx remained silent for a beat before answering, a question for a question.
"How can royalty befriend a street rat? Or vice versa, for that matter?"
The Nightingale smirked with a cutting look in her dark eyes.
"You found me, did you not? Sought to learn from me? A runaway princess who had it all, and you found a life worth living under the tutelage of an Underworld dweller. And I gladly took you in, continuing to teach you everything I know, even to this day."
The Nightingale stood to her feet, leaving Nyx to stare up at her. The Falleen revealed neither shock nor offense, but rather a narrowed, curious stare.
"Our story is different. One would argue that you're the goddess of the Underworld -- someone worthy of following. Royalty, in your own right."
"Perhaps. But the stereotype of our kind remains."
The Nightingale had made her point, revealing in as few words as possible what she believed to be between Jin and Fiora. They were but a mirror, a story as old as time itself. The runaway nobility, who sought to break away from the lavish world they know to see the truth of the world, meets the urchin who could show them what it really meant to live. It was a tale shared in fantasies as often as it did in life, painted in as many fashions as there were stars. Each story had an author, though, a puppeteer to pull at the strings. The Nightingale had plenty of strands to tug if she could simply find the correct ones.
"If you cannot trust my plan, Nyx, then trust in me, one more time."
The woman brought her glass to her lips for the first time, taking in a slow yet deep drink. It left Nyx to ponder the woman in silence, calculating her words, her motives. She was always acutely aware of how beneficial she was to this woman, and her discipline and past undoubtedly played a role. No matter her plans for these children, her lady put the final nail in this conversation's coffin. With a faint nod of her head in agreement, Nyx would trust this woman and unquestionably act as her right hand, just as she did all other times.
With little else to say or do now, the Nightingale set down her half-finished glass of wine and made her leave. Her plan was in motion, and now she and her two most prized pieces were working as one. All that was left to do was watch how the pieces fell.
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Post by Di Fastski on Apr 8, 2021 14:13:07 GMT -8
*Di woke to his Comm. buzzing. Sitting up, he answered. He listened. The Comm. cut abruptly.Standing he made a coffee. Showered. Drying hair he drank a coffee. Taking out note pad Di jotted vigorously.pants over legs, then belt. Wife beater shirt then long sleeve button. Tie. Socks. Sitting with a face palm on they went, then dress shoes.Right running through hair.Shoulder holster over arms. DC-17 under right arm; second under left. Dropping DL-44 into over hip houlster. Piano string in rightfront. Comm. ID. Hat on head and mirrored sunglasses* -Di- "Damn...." *Toying in pockets out came Comm.* -Di- "Max.... We're on." *Cutting the Comm.he tapped it again* -Di- "Balle.... Business boy." *And cut. One last go at communication* -Di- "Chance my man no playing; got a call. What?" * Nodding* -Di- "Ya... ya.... Could you slow your junkie ass down? The Outlander. Bye." Cutting the Comm. Then pocketing it he grabbed a toothpick and tested it between teeth. On the way out he grabbed a pack of smokes. And like that he was gone*
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Post by Di Fastski on Apr 12, 2021 22:14:07 GMT -8
*The ride in their new speeder had went smoothly, so thought Halfa. Weren't dead anyway. Getting parking for 500 Republica was a little shocking; watching Cue play with security as if they were play dough really blew Halfa away. He needed to calm. Once inside, he followed Cue's cue. Nodded at who he did, moved where he moved. And there they were in front of a door. Cue knocked* -Black Teeth- "May I help you?- *Cue shot the man in his face then grabbed the man pushing forward. Following Halfa pulled his own chunk. And there was a woman in a night robe. Right there Halfa went all the way crossing the line from passive participant into full blown gangster. Holding out his gun was almost like watching a movie. Not me doing this Hhalfa told himself. Meanwhile, Cue had changed up to a six inch dagger, to wit he unnecessarily stabbed poor Black Teeth 66 times in the chest, neck and face. The man was unrecognizable. Much the same can be said of the woman's face, which Halfa caught just after putting a cap in her chest. Lastly he shot her again in the left leg. No particular reason; it was there and he had a gun. Here, to just what degree Halfa had fallen was plainly established when Cue spoke* -Cue- "Stop! She ain't getting any deader!" * Halfa snapped out of the semi psychotic trance. Halfa thought that wasn't so bad..... The men carefully looted the appartment. Money. A mint in merchandise. Yet another vehicle. Halfa stated* -Halfa- "We need boxes...." *Cue just shook his head. And they left. It was no harder than getting into the place. With their heads down most of the time, both left, as they had came into the building*
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