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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2016 18:48:04 GMT -8
Even after Greig and Rashmi have given in to sleep, Krikor remains awake. Fueled by stimcaf and even more so by his obsession, Krikor continues pouring through all of the publicly available records of deaths on Umgul, going further and further back in time even when it is apparent that no deaths matching his quarry's distinctive modus operandi have occurred within the time frame of its probable arrival on the planet. Krikor had scoffed when Rashmi had suggested that the ageless abomination had ceased to kill, and he had laughed aloud when Greig had suggested that it had died or been slain, neither idea one he could believe after a lifetime of hunting the creature he feels must be on Umgul now. Rashmi's visions have led them here, and Krikor clings stubbornly to the promise within those visions. Noe, he knows in his heart, would the fact that the creature has ceased killing still his hand or give him even a moment's pause. The countless deaths the beast is undeniably and irrefutably responsible for demand justice, and Krikor will not rest until he has delivered it unto the monstrosity with the help of his companions.
Laughing at his folly when, as the darkness of the evening begins to give way to the dawning light of a new day, Krikor whimsically searches census records for a name the obscenity has used in the past, a name that will always incite within him a hot fury laced with loss, his search for some sign of his prey is at last rewarded, Krikor leans back in his chair and takes a moment to savor his success and to contemplate how near he is fulfilling what he believes is his entire purpose for being. That the Ayodele Ibori he has found is not any other than the one he seeks does not ever enter his mind, no matter the discrepancy in the birth date or lack of victims on Umgul he can definitively lay at the creature's feet. No, Krikor thinks as he stares at the hateful, cursed name on the screen of his dataterminal, it is here on Umgul, perhaps in the very same city he is in; and he will destroy it at long last.
Employment and residential records are difficult to gain access to, but licencing records are not, and so Krikor moves on to thinking of professions that require a license, too thrilled and vitalized by the scent he has picked up to even consider sleep. When his perseverance is rewarded, and he finds much to his bafflement that a massage therapy license has been granted to his quarry, Krikor pours himself another cup of stimcaf and, all thoughts of sleep or rest set aside for the time being, begins to search for places the foul creature might be plying its trade.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2016 7:57:41 GMT -8
Enroute to Solstice
Giving Delaana's hand a gentle squeeze, Elikapeka laughs as she leans over to get closer to her and, arching an eyebrow and going for a husky purr to accompany her kittenish smile, says reassuringly in an amused tone, "I'm pretty sure that a bad restaurant choice wouldn't even make a dent in my des . . . affection for you, my Ceesi. After leaning in even closer to give Delaana a lingering kiss ending with a playful nibble of her lower lip, Elika sits back and, adjusting her spectacles in a somewhat transparent attempt to collect herself, says, The, um, project? Oh, right, yes, that. Brushing an errant strand of red hair behind an ear, Elika goes on, You actually know the client. Know of them anyway, she corrects herself with a slight frown as she internally fusses over her word choice self-consciously. Shrugging the word choice issue aside, comfortable enough with Delaana now that she is able to push a certain degree of her habitual social anxiety aside without too much difficulty, Elika goes on, You know that couple that has been in the holonews a lot, the one that throws all the charity dinners for orphans and police and those kinds of things? They are building an island vacation home, and have hired me to design it. I'll tell you all about it at the restaurant. Crinkling her nose as she realizes there is not really that much to tell as of yet, Elika says, Well, what there is to tell anyway."
Looking out her window as she feels the airspeeder beginning to descend, Elika says, "I think we're here, and looks back towards Delaana as she adds, It looks really nice, my Ceesi." Once Franz has set the speeder down, Elika opens her door and holds out her hand to help Delaana out, putting her arm around her waist as they walk inside the restaurant.
After being seated by the host, and then placing their drink orders, Elika opens her menu and asks conversationally, "What are you in the mood for, my Ceesi?"
Outside Strilath the Hutt's club
Nemes, reaching up with his green, thin, suction cup tipped fingers to straighten his tie as he and his partner walk towards where Madieke and Nuala are smoking, asks Nazani, "Is my tie straight?"
Laughing as she tilts her head to the side and scrutinizes the scrawny Rodian's tie, the curvy, dark haired Lorrdian asks, "Since when do you care about whether or not your tie is straight?"
"We're going for fancy dress, right? I figured, Nemes explains as his antennae twitch from side to side as they begin crossing the street, I'd actually pull the tie up for the occasion, straighten it and everything, he says, tapir-like snout curling up in a grin as he futzes with his shirt collar. Giving his partner's ensemble, a dark pants suit with a vest and jacket, a once over, Nemes asks, How is that fancy dress? It's the same thing you always wear."
Flicking the collar of her cream colored blouse, Nazani says with an annoyed frown, "New blouse. And I got my hair done. Thanks for noticing."
Holding his hands up, Nemes apologizes, "My bad. Hair looks great, partner. Blouse too. Very, uh, fancy."
"Nice try, Nazani says with a roll of her eyes, sighing, Your poor wife. Nodding a greeting to Madieke and Nuala as they reach the duo, Nazani asks, Ready to go meet our Hutt?"
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Post by Andros Vyridian on Oct 17, 2016 7:42:54 GMT -8
Ja'an Blitzer's interview
Andros was seen uncrossing his legs and he had both of his feet down the ground as he slightly leaned forward resting his elbows on his thighs while he continued to look at Ja'an with a knowing smile that said perhaps she should know better than to ask him that question, but nonetheless he still answered unequivocally. "It's still an ongoing investigation, and while yes I will concede on the fact that I can be appraised of what is going on, I'd rather not, and I'd rather stay far away from it only because the people I know that are currently investigating are the best, and I do trust them to find the real culprit."
Smiling briefly a knowing smile at Ja'an before shaking his head, Andros took a deep breath and glanced towards the windows where the UPD was located. "You very well know that current investigations aren't spoken about, so the only thing I can tell you is that the Rangers and Jedi, Jedi that are not part of the Mist Order, I trust them to seek out justice, and they already know that I have not committed those crimes, and trust me Ja'an, if I were the real perp, I know beyond any shadow of doubt that I would be dealt with efficiently and quietly."
Andros gave a few tidbits about a certain matter that no one would really be appraised of aside from a few who knew, but still he had kept a placid expression on his features and the whole time and kept eye-contact with Ja'an. "Any more questions?" Andros asked with genuine curiosity.
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Post by Delaana Wan on Oct 17, 2016 12:51:01 GMT -8
Solstice Restaurant
Lana had been distracted, especially after Elika's kiss, but thankfully she still managed to follow the following conversation particularly when the architect was filling her in about who were the clients and that project. Lana was certain, quite confident that Elika was very excited about that project, and that as far as she was concerned, that couple that has been on the holonews did make a good choice in choosing Elika to oversee the construction. After witnessing some of her work back at the lakehouse, how could they not?
"It does look nice indeed, hopefully it'll be good as well, because even if I still have your affection guaranteed, my Shakal," Lana started to say teasingly as she wrapped an arm around Elika's waist, she looked at the architect with a genuine affectionate expression. "I'd still want this to be a good perfect date." Winking playfully and then thanking Franz with a nod when he held the door for them, and even requested a table for two before going by the bar. Lana would be lying if she said she was surprised that Franz was acting the way he was, being a bodyguard, but at the same time she knew that he and Elika were close, plus there was that certain look earlier that Elika had when she looked at him back at the finance department.
Sitting down before placing in her drink, Lana looked over the menu and didn't really take long to decide what she actually wanted. "I am going for the Svivreni treat, what about you?" Lana asked curiously before closing her menu and placing it on the table. "My Shakal?" Lana slightly nibbled her lower lip as she looked over towards Franz who was sitting there, to no doubt be a bodyguard, still she cannot help but to feel that there is something wrong between the architect and the Jedi. "I know you probably do not want to talk about this, but is everything alright between you and him?" She asked softly, as after all Lana knew that Elika did care a lot about her friends, and maybe also maybe, there was a possibility that Lana was mistaken and that nothing was wrong at all, but she saw some signs...
"If I am asking, it's only because I care, and also I have seen your earlier look back at the office," Lana explained softly before tilting her head slightly on the side and reaching out for Elika's hand to give it a gentle squeeze. "But, if you'd rather not talk about that and instead talk about your new project - and by the way, yes I am aware of the couple you are referring to, Lyov Entin and Helaine Orlov - do you already have an idea of what perhaps you are envisioning for them, or you'll have to be on the island first to see what you can work with?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 12:41:18 GMT -8
Rumbling a deep, long chuckle that causes his large belly to quake visibly, Strilath the Hutt lifts a meaty arm towards the large holovid screen he watches the interview with Umgul's Vice Governor on, saying in Huttese through his laughter, "Jee panwa da wanga!" (I love that guy!) The fact that Umgul, always so squeaky clean and locked down tight on the outside, has a Vice Governor accused of going on some vigilante crusade against organized crime, whether it ultimately proves to be true or not, entertains Strilath to no end.
Waving a hand when his majordomo, an elegant and remote looking female Chiss as deadly as she is beautiful and skilled in the art of interpretation, suggests that concern would be a more appropriate response to the interview than amusement, Strilath tells her that he has no fear of Vyridian getting past his many guards and security measures. His majordomo's reminder that Sike probably believed his security would protect him from any threat silences Strilath only briefly, and he chuckles as he gestures towards her with one arm and the Echani twins flanking the door of his personal quarters with the other, saying that Sike did not have his lethal trio of beauties watching over him. The twins, though they dress and act as slave dancers when Strilath makes public appearances in his club, are both adept in the Echani martial art, and his majordomo is an expert marksman armed with her trusty blaster at all times on top of being proficient in numerous languages. The quartet of armed male Klatoonians that accompany him are deadly in their own right, but it is the females that Strilath truly trusts to keep him safe from any harm.
"Have recent events made you reconsider the government's stance on welcoming Dark Side Force users to the planet?" Ja'an asks the Vice Governor on the screen as Strilath watches after nodding when his majordomo reminds him that he is scheduled to appear on the balcony overlooking the main floor of his club in a few minutes.
The surveillance teams watching and listening to the club will have little, if anything at all, to report to Ranger Aninh. Strilath knows that it is holonet and comm traffic that is most vulnerable to being intercepted by law enforcement agencies, and has always conducted his true business in person. On the other hand, the security of Strilath's club has been visibly increased, with more bouncers and goons evident than usual. Strilath may believe that his personal guards are more than up to keeping him alive and free from harm should Vyridian or whoever has chosen to impersonate him get close enough to make an attempt on his life, but is pragmatic enough to take steps intended to minimize the chances anyone can get near enough to him to put that to the test.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2016 17:24:31 GMT -8
TaSpa! is one of many establishments in Umgul City that provide massage therapy, making Krikor's quest to find places where Ayodele would be able to work an easy one in the sense of determining possibilities for his search to take him and his compatriots. However, as few, if any, of the locations list the names of their massage therapists on their holonet sites, much less provide photos of them, narrowing the initial search will prove difficult if not insurmountable. Fortunately for Krikor, or unfortunately for Ayodele, if Krikor makes a thorough enough search of TaSpa!'s holonet site, and pays very close attention to the figures in the backgrounds of two of the images provided on TaSpa!'s holonet site, he will spot someone looking very much like Ayodele in them. Enlarging either image will certainly verify that the figure in the images is indisputably the woman Krikor is not likely to forget the visage of. Ayodele, Krikor will observe, does not appear to have aged a single day since he saw her so many years ago, though her skin is no longer the gray-ish hue he will recall, and is instead now a light brown shade that fits the identity of a Pyn'gani she has adopted for herself.
Knowing now where Ayodle works, Krikor is one step closer to his unsuspecting prey.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 5:45:56 GMT -8
Solstice
Elikapeka has to resist the urge to say something exceedingly cheesy about how any time with Delaana is perfect when Delaana expresses her desire that their date proves to be an ideal one, and instead settles for giving Delaana's hand a gentle squeeze as she leans over to kiss her softly. When asked what she will be having, Elika, reluctantly looking away from Delaana for a moment to scan the menu, says a bit distractedly, "I think I'll have the Opee sea killer fillet, my Ceesi," as that is the first dish to catch her eye, and which she has enjoyed in the past.
Glancing over towards where Franz is sitting when Delaana asks about whether he and Elika are alright, Elika struggles for a moment to decide whether to share her personal problems with Delaana, something her natural anxiety typically makes feel more neurotic to her than may be the actual case. Ultimately it is the knowledge that she wants to build something more than a casual relationship with Delaana that leads Elika to answer as completely as she does, sharing not only the entertaining or superficial things in one's life but also the dramas, big and small, something she feels is necessary if two beings are to truly try and get to know one another. "I think we're ok, Elika begins with a sigh, explaining, It's the situation that is just awkward. I mean, she purses her lips while trying to find the words to describe what she means, it's just . . . we're friends, you know? But now, since he has to be watching over me, she lifts an arm to gesture towards where Franz sits, he has to be over there, and it just feels weird. Not, she shakes her head, that I'd want him here either, she lifts a hand, not content with how that had sounded as it is not precisely what she means, since this is supposed to be a date. Groaning as she puts her head in her hands and shakes it, Elika laughs a frustrated laugh and says, It is a date, what I meant was it should be just you and me, you know? But even with him over there, it feels like it isn't just you and me. I know, Elika says as she removes her spectacles and begins cleaning the lenses to keep herself from starting to tug at her sleeves as she is beginning to feel compelled to do by her compulsion, it is just me that is making it feel like that, and that I'm being stupid, but, she shrugs, there it is. With a laugh, her expression revealing she has just realized something, Elika crinkles her nose and says, I think I get why my lieutenant is always so distant now. There's no confusion or, Elika waves a hand vaguely, unable to find the word she seeks to describe the awkwardness she feels with Franz acting as her guardian, other stuff when she is the one watching over me. It's still annoying to have someone always there and watching, Elika adds with a frustrated sigh, don't get me wrong. I just wish I could just have a normal life, you know? One where I don't have a bodyguard. But . . ." Elika sighs, trailing off rather than going on and on as she is beginning to feel she is doing.
Deciding that she has spent enough time on her issues, Elika waves the subject away and smiles as she says, "Anyway, um, no, I don't have any ideas yet for the new project. Setting her glasses on the table beside her plate, Elika rests her head on her hand and explains, I usually try and keep a clear mind until I see the location, so . . . Trailing off rather than finishing her sentence, Elika laughs and then motions towards Delaana, saying, Your turn. I feel like I'm talking too much, my Ceesi. Tell me . . . Elika crinkles her nose as she tries to think of a subject, oh, tell me anything. Like, what are your pet peeves, she asks with a laugh, and who are your best friends. You know, stuff like that," Elika concludes, resting her chin on a hand as she smiles at Delaana.
Outside Strilath the Hutt's Club
The Clawdite assassin, Anila Kori, had been given the intel Neassa had collected from her surveillance of the Hutt's club to use in planning her assassination attempt. Her instructions being to kill the Hutt in as visible and public a way as possible, Anila ultimately decided to assassinate Strilath during one of his evening appearances at the club given that such appearances seemed to be when the Hutt was most vulnerable, and also meant that there was a large audience to witness the killing. Keeping the guise of Andros Vyridian is somewhat difficult for her, but Anila has had enough time wearing his face and spent studying what footage of him is available that she is confident in her ability to fulfill her contract. Those in the club tonight, she thinks as she studies the roof of the Hutt's club through her electrobinoculars from a tall building to the east of the club, will have a show they are not going to forget anytime soon, and the authorities will have another killing to lay at the feet of the Vice Governor.
Lowering her electrobinoculars, Anila looks at her wrist chrono and begins counting down the minutes remaining until the Hutt makes his evening appearance.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 11:11:14 GMT -8
Under wraps. For everyone to see.
Looking up from her datapad when Nuala says the detectives have arrived, Madieke returns the device to her trench coat pocket and nods with a grunt when Nazani asks if they are ready to go and have a chat with Strilath. "I'll do the talking," Madieke says as they all begin heading towards the entrance to the Hutt's nightclub, remembering how the UPD detectives had unintentionally screwed the Bantha during their sit down with Arezou, letting out details about the investigation that she would have preferred remain under wraps.
Badging the bouncer at the door before they can start their routine, Madieke says flatly, "We're here to talk with Strilath. Tell him we can either do it in his quarters or out here on the floor for everyone to see." Madieke does not particularly care where they meet Strilath, but guesses that the Hutt will prefer his patrons not see him with local law enforcement. The surveillance team's report had not given her much to work with, but Madieke thinks that she may be able to work with the fact that Strilath beefing up his security could be interpreted more than one way. Even though it seems more probable to her that Strilath is worried he could be the next target, making it seem as though she feels differently might rattle the Hutt's chains enough to get him to give her something useful, assuming he knows anything that might help their investigation. It will, Madieke figures, come down to whether or not she can think of the right questions to ask and to how forthcoming Strilath is.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 8:51:19 GMT -8
The bored looking, elaborately dressed male Farghul at the front entrance of Strilath's club takes his time acknowledging that Madieke has spoken, pointedly examining the well manicured claws of his right hand before so much as looking at the human female and those accompanying her. Looking nonplussed by the Sector Ranger's badge, the tawny tan furred Farghul clucks his tongue with a sigh without addressing Madieke, instead lifting a hand to his ear and saying into the pickup mic attached to his sleeve, "Sector Ranger to see the boss. After listening, head tilted to the side, to the reply he receives, the Farghul steps aside while opening the door and telling Madieke, Head up to the balcony overlooking the main floor. Stairs are to the left of the bar."
Strilath, who knows that a part of his club's appeal for some patrons is the knowledge that it is almost certainly owned by a powerful crime lord clever enough to have thwarted any attempts thus far by local law enforcement to prosecute him for anything at all, does not care in the least whether or not he is seen being questioned by a Sector Ranger. If anything, Strilath thinks in amusement as he and his entourage of guards make their way to the balcony upon which he makes his occasional public appearances, it will give his guests something special to talk about.
When Madieke and her companions arrive, the Echani twins are lounging on Strilath's dais at either side of the Hutt's impressive belly, looking like simple slave dancers complete with chains attached to the collars at their necks, with the female Chiss standing behind the Hutt at his right side, and the four openly armed male Klatoonians standing two each at either end of Strilath's repulsor equipped dais. Lifting a meaty arm in greeting, smiling as though happy to see the Ranger and those with her, Strilath booms a greeting in Huttese followed by a short, declarative sounding sentence.
After Strilath has finished speaking, the remote and elegant Chiss interprets for the Ranger, "The mighty Strilath welcomes you to his club, and wishes to know to what he owes the pleasure of your visit."
Anila's surveillance of the rooftop of Strilath's club will show that the only door offering access to the interior appears unguarded. While there is no guard present, however, there is a security camera visible above the door in addition to wiring suggesting the door is also equipped with an alarm. The door is in fact alarmed, with the security camera's footage being observed by personnel inside the club that monitor it along with footage from the interior cameras placed around the main and top floors both openly and in concealed positions.
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Post by Andros Vyridian on Oct 30, 2016 11:18:50 GMT -8
"Have recent events made you reconsider the government's stance on welcoming Dark Side Force users to the planet?" Ja'an asks the Vice Governor
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Post by Delaana Wan on Nov 1, 2016 14:00:09 GMT -8
Solstice
Keeping in mind what Elika had decided to eat, Lana smiled after their kiss and then kept looking at the architect with interest about what actually was going on between her and Franz, who was sitting over there. Pondering on the situation silently but clearly still keeping an attentive expression to everything Elika was saying, Lana could relate, and in a lot more ways than Elika would ever realize at least right now. Truth be told, wasn't she in the same near situation as Franz over there? Lana also after all had been asked to keep an eye on Elika, 'whatever it takes' were the written words, and yet this was certainly the only way currently she could think of. Deep down, she knew she felt guilty but on the surface, and also in a lot of ways, she did start to take an interest on the woman she was having lunch with right now...
Smiling warmly after that explanation concerning Elika and Franz, Lana slightly tilted her head on the side, when of course questions were asked at her, after skimming that project Elika was trusted with. "You are not talking too much, my Shakal, and truly I do appreciate you sharing with me on what is going on with him." Lana paused a moment when one of the waitress came to take their order to which Lana placed and also a glass of blossom wine for Elika remembering that was what she had drunk back at TaSpa! and gold wine for her. Focusing her attention back onto Elika with a knowing smile, Lana thought back about those questions she was asked. "One of my biggest pet peeves, I suppose you can say it's in a work situation, like you are in the middle of something important, and your boss or whomever else interrupts what I am doing because they are in need of something, which they could perfectly do on their own, but say write an address on an envelop." Laughing softly knowing that is a little ridiculous, although yes, it was a pet peeve of hers, thankfully that did not happen yet while being here on Umgul, "More commonly though on a day to day basis, a group of people taking the entire sidewalk and walking slowly, also I don't like being late. I am fine with waiting but I despise being late."
Grinning at the thought of best friends, actually, not much, not in a very long time, but Elika didn't need to know the whats and whys it fell apart, or that actually considering that what she had been doing, she didn't really have any one to consider as best friend. "I guess that I have been moving that much around the galaxy that you can say that I don't really have best friends, but more acquaintances here and there, but yes I used to have a very good friend, we just drifted apart, not because we argued or something, but more because we just lost touch with one another." Lana explained thoughtfully as their drinks came, and she thanked the waitress before looking at Elika with thoughtful expression.
"Speaking of drifting apart, my Shakal, don't let this situation strain your friendship you have with him. I do understand what you meant earlier and what you were saying, and I also know that you do care about him, like he cares about you, but perhaps this is also uncomfortable for him like it is for you? But that being said, I won't bring back that topic again, for I can truly understand why it is frustrating for you, maybe you should suggest that instead of having a bodyguard around for moment like these, you could just check in regularly with the intelligence department?" Lana suggested thoughtfully, it was what she was going anyways in a sense. But that aparté aside, Lana picked up her glass and looked at Elika with a knowing smile and asked teasingly. "Tell me, my Shakal, what should we toast for?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 12:06:32 GMT -8
Scanty. Compel.
As they are taken to see Strilath Madieke reviews what information, scanty as it was, the UPD's OC Unit had been able to provide about the Hutt. Much like Sike, the Hutt has never actually been definitively linked to any of the crimes he is believed to be responsible for, meaning he is smart enough to manage his illegal business dealings in such a way as to prevent them from coming back on him. At least, Madieke amends her thought, not from a legal standpoint. Obviously someone has decided to go after criminals on Umgul, though the motives for the Vyridian impersonator's actions remain unknown for the moment. Going at Strilath, Madieke concludes upon gathering her thoughts, like she would an ordinary scumbag will probably get her nowhere. If the Hutt's club and the caliber of henchman he surrounds himself with are any indication, Madieke thinks, Strilath fancies himself upper crust. Treating him as such might make him more inclined to cooperate. Or not.
Reminding herself of her plan to make an honest effort to feign some degree of respect for the Hutt, Madieke refrains from rolling her eyes at the Chiss interpreter's delivery of Strilath's greeting. Why, Madieke wonders, do all Hutts feel the need to tack adjectives like mighty in front of their names? Remembering to address Strilath rather than the interpreter like one would do with someone who is deaf and communicates via an interpreter, Madieke introduces herself and those with her before, her blunt nature not something politeness would compel her to go against, saying, "Figured we might be able to help one another. Lifting a hand to convey she hasn't said alls she means to say yet, she starts making her case for cooperation, We're not interested, for now, in any matters peripheral or tangential to the murders being perpetrated by a Vyridian impersonator, so you don't risk anything by assisting us find that individual and whoever has hired them. Pretty clear who the list of targets are though, so you would have the benefit of helping us find them and end their spree before they come knocking on your door. Gesturing around the club, Madieke says, Nice place you have here, very posh, classy, and then nods towards the guards around Strilath as she says, lots of security. Just remember Sike had a nice place too, lots of guards. Didn't help him. What do you say, think we can help one another?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 22:47:11 GMT -8
Solstice
Elikapeka does not interrupt as Delaana speaks, answering the questions Elika had posed and then offering some advice about the situation with Franz that Elika finds insightful as well as a source of hope that she might have been presented with a possible soultion to her predicament; and instead confines herself to nonverbal means of demonstrating her attentiveness - a laugh and nod of her head to convey that she finds Delaana's pet peeves perfectly understandable, a grateful smile when Delaana orders blossom wine for her, a sympathetic frown when Delaana speaks about drifting apart from a friend, and a silent wince when Delaana reminds her that Franz may find the situation every bit as awkward as Elika does herself.
Not wanting to court awkwardness or unpleasantness by dwelling on less than pleasant subjects, Elika decides not to press for details about the friend Delaana had mentioned, and dismisses the subject of her and Franz's tension by crinkling her nose and saying with a hopeful expression and tone, "I'll give that idea a try, my Ceesi, thank you for suggesting it. Pursing her lips in thought as she traces the rim of her wine glass while trying to come up with a suitable toast, Elika in the end settles for one that is less eloquent than she would like, but which feels appropriate to her, and which subtly makes her hopes where she and Delaana are concerned evident without requiring any overt declarations. Lifting her wine glass, Elika meets Delaana's eyes and smiles as she says with a faint hint of awkwardness borne from the fact, subtle or not, she is expressing feelings that make her feel vulnerable, Um, to new beginnings."
After clinking her glass against Delaana's and taking a sip of her wine, Elika removes her spectacles and begins cleaning the lenses to keep from giving in to the compulsion building to tug at her sleeves, asking Delaana to keep the conversation flowing, "So, next question, let's see, um, okay, got it! What is something you've always wanted to try, but have been too scared to do?"
Strilath the Hutt's Club - Inside
Nemes, follwing along beside Nazani as they are led to meet with Strilath, turns his head to and fro to take in the club's atmosphere, patrons, and layout as well as to keep track of where all of the obvious security personnel are stationed. The club, as befits its location in Umgul City, obviously caters to the wealthier element, even the security personnel like the Farghul at the door well dressed. Strilath, Nemes thinks, also seems to be a cautious one given the level of security on display; which could either be the Hutt's nature, or a perfectly understandable response to recent events.
Nazani, reminding herself over and over to let Madieke do the talking even though she feels like she and Nemes are better suited to the task given the Sector Ranger's less than warm and bubbly personality and habit of speaking in sentence fragments, manages to keep from jumping in during or after Madieke's appeal to the Hutt and, feeling like an accessory or prop, occupies herself by examining the interior of the club and the patrons for anything that seems off or, failing that, interesting to watch as she listens to the conversation between Madieke and the Hutt.
Strilath the Hutt's Club - Rooftop
Doing a final check of her gear prior to executing her plan, Anila thumbs the activation switch of the lightsaber she has been provided - the same one used to kill both Sike and Varik Monite - and gives the humming, red hued blade an experimental swipe and lunge before extinguishing it and placing it on the hook on her hip. Lifting her right arm, palm out, Anila next tests the modified repulsor-tech she cobbled together to simulate a Force push, activating the device after aiming her hand towards a small collection of litter that is sent flying by the repulsor blast. Unfastening a pouch on her belt, Anila checks the small tools she will need to disable the building alarms, and the last bit of her gear needing to be checked is a liquid cable launcher, which checks out just fine when test fired towards a wall of the building she has chosen as her starting point.
Using her datapad to send Neassa, whom she has never met and knows only by virtue of the fact her employer had made her aware of the fact that she will have some backup to help facilitate her escape once the Hutt is dead, the prearranged go signal to alert her to the fact the mission is officially underway, Anila waits for acknowledgement from her backup before taking a deep breath and moving to the edge of the building.
Knowing that the roof of the Hutt's club is monitored, Anila selects a spot just below the ledge on the rear side of the building to fire her grappling spike into and, once the liquid cable is securely in place, slides across to the side of the Hutt's club. Having timed the movements of the camera over the door, Anila counts in her head to the moment she will be able to climb onto the roof, quickly ascending and running to the cover of a large ventilation fan when the moment arrives. Counting down until the next moment she will be able to move unobserved, Anila bolt to the side of the door when it arrives, reaching up to tilt the camera upwards so that it cannot capture her working on the alarm. Hopefully, the Clawdite currently disguised as a Vyridian twin most likely to be taken for Andros given her bearing and expression thinks as she begins working to disable the door alarm, those monitoring the camera feeds are not paying too close attention.
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Post by Delaana Wan on Nov 5, 2016 10:26:41 GMT -8
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Smiling genuinely in support, Lana nodded before saying softly, "It's all about negotiation and being able to compromise, my Shakal," Winking playfully and clinking her glass soon enough with Elika's, Lana reiterated. "To new beginnings and what lays ahead." Taking a sip of her drink, and soon after placing her glass down, Lana reached out for Elika's hand to give it a gentle squeeze after Elika finished cleaning her glasses.
Lana knew that Elika might have been anxious or just generally nervous and clearly Lana accepted that without any troubles, besides Elika's quirks were Elika's quirks and she did find those endearing. "You know, that is a good question, and really insofar nothing comes to mind, perhaps you'll have to put me in front of whatever situation and you'll have to see if I am acting neurotic and see me telling you several times, 'No, no, no I am not doing that.'" Laughing at the thought, thought quite honestly, Lana had been put in situations that would make a lot scream and deny doing that, but she really wasn't the kind to usually back down.
"What about you? Oh also same goes with best friends, unless I have already met them?" By that she clearly meant her housemates and the others, though maybe she had one back home? Who knew. "Or is there someone back home that you are close to?" Lana asked curiously before removing her hand from Elika's as the waitress came with their orders, to which she thanked the person and returned her attention back to Elika soon after.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 15:12:53 GMT -8
Strilath, as wary as any criminal where trusting law enforcement is concerned, cocks his head at a skeptical angle as he narrows his heavy-lidded orange eyes while listening to Madieke explain why she has sought an audience with him. Nothing the Sector Ranger says comes as a surprise, Strilath every bit as skeptical of the claims that Umgul's Vice Governor is truly responsible for the crimes he has been accused of as the authorities would appear to be, nor does anything said suggest to him that the UPD or Sector Rangers are anywhere near to identifying the true culprit, which makes him wonder if there is anything to gain at all from cooperating.
After pondering the matter for a moment in silence, Strilath concludes that the unique situation is one where the enemy of his enemy is a potential ally, and sets his mistrust of law enforcement aside after cautioning himself to share only what information he might have that in no way compromises his own operations given that he cannot entirely overcome his mistrust. If he knows anything that will help the Sector Rangers or the UPD capture the true culprit before that individual moves against him or his organization, Strilath sees no reason to keep it from them. Lifting a meaty arm, the Hutt says something in Huttese.
The Chiss interpreter, her face impassive and her tone even, translates Strilath's words for Madieke and those with her, "The mighty Striltath consents to your offer, and bids you to ask those questions you would ask of him."
Unfortunately for the Clawdite assassin, the fact that Strilath is all too aware of the fact that he may be in danger from Vyridian or whomever has been impersonating him has made him impress upon his minions the need to be more cautious and alert than ever, and the Nikto monitoring the security cameras notes the alteration in the view of the feed from the rooftop camera quickly. Making a comm to one of the Klatoonians guarding Strilath, the Nikto suggests that they go to a higher alert status until a possible security threat on the roof has been dealt with, and then comms an Aqualish member of the club's security team to pick another guard to take to the roof to check for any sign of intruders.
The Aqualish waves a Rodian over, and the pair head to the roof, blasters drawn as the Rodian covers the Aqualish when then arrive at the top of the stairs and the Aqualish signals that he will move onto the roof first . . .
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 22:52:36 GMT -8
Using her datapad to send Neassa, whom she has never met and knows only by virtue of the fact her employer had made her aware of the fact that she will have some backup to help facilitate her escape once the Hutt is dead, the prearranged go signal to alert her to the fact the mission is officially underway, Anila waits for acknowledgement from her backup before taking a deep breath and moving to the edge of the building.
Neassa pockets her datapad after sending confirmation to the assassin she is providing cover for, and then shoulders her EE-3 carbine rifle to make a quick scope of the area outside the front entrance and roof of the Hutt's club to verify where the bouncer and any other security personnel are situated currently. Without knowing the assassin's exit strategy ahead of time, Neassa will have to monitor all of the potential exits, though she feels confident that the neither the rear exit nor the rooftop will be chosen due to the fact both would be difficult to reach from the club's main floor where the assassination will be taking place. The front entrance seems the more likely choice, in Neassa's estimation, especially if the assassin wants the attempt on the Hutt's life to be as showy and public as their employer has requested it be.
Lowering her carbine, Neassa checks her position again, making sure she is still in the shadows beside an airspeeder that set down near the edge of the landing structure across from the front entrance of the Hutt's club, and then scans the immediate vicinity for any potential witnesses should she need to lend the assassin any cover fire. Confident that she has the open air top level of the landing structure to herself for the time being, Neassa glances towards the swoop she has nearby, and then, keeping alert all the while for any sign of potential witnesses arriving, lifts her carbine to her shoulder once more to begin watching for the assassin to make their exit.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2016 13:32:46 GMT -8
Upper hand. Contender. Grapevine.
Things going well on the current investigation has not been the norm, and so when Strilath agrees to answer a few questions without a load of haggling and negotiating it makes Madieke suspicious. Suspicious or not, Madieke forges ahead anyway, preparing herself for disappointment in the event the answers she gets are vague or otherwise unhelpful. Launching right in, Madieke explains, "Way we figure it, Sike was taken out in part for information. How he was able to get things past customs, source outside help, that sort of thing. The source that gave him the upper hand, in other words. Strilath knowing exactly who Sike's mystery information broker is would be a minor miracle, but anything that could help narrow the search would be helpful, so Madieke guesses, You've probably been trying to figure out who that source is yourself, am I right? Allowing a rare charming grin while abandoning her usual dry tone as she continues, Madieke points out, You've also done alight for yourself without the source, and with Sike sleeping the long sleep now you're at the head of the pack. You help us discover Sike's source, and we put 'em out of business that means no one else'll be able to pick up where he left off and become a contender, right? So, she lifts her arms out at her sides as she wraps up and delivers her pitch, way I see it, you're doing yourself a favor by sharing anything you might have heard through the grapevine about Sike's source."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 20:29:34 GMT -8
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Elikapeka smiles hopefully, glancing briefly towards where Franz has seated himself when Delaana adds negotiation and compromise to the list of tactics Elika might call upon in order to better deal with the awkwardness and tension introduced to her friendship with Franz thanks to his having been assigned the unenviable, and in Elika's eyes unnecessary, task of taking over for her lieutenant as Elika's bodyguard for the time being. Elika's smile becomes a relieved one when Delaana does not seem to take any issue with what felt to Elika like a somewhat bold toast in light of the fact they have known each other for only a relatively short while, her relief however soon joined by a not entirely unpleasant sense of mild anxiety as Elika wonders to herself whether Delaana's words after the toast meant that she too feels as though they have begun to build something together, or if they were just a way to say that there is no way to tell what lays ahead, which Elika's natural anxiety and self-doubt naturally enough try to twist into something negative. Willing her customary internal disquiet to settle and retreat, Elika manages to keep herself from falling prey to fears and doubts that she knows, even at her most neurotic, are often unfounded, and focuses instead on the way being with Delaana makes her feel attractive and interesting rather than nebbish and awkward, and on getting to know the Hapan she finds so alluring, captivating, and fascinating better.
Narrowing her eyes in entirely playful accusation after Delaana fails to think of something she has always wanted to try but has been too afraid to do, Elika says, "I'll let you evade that one, my Ceesi, but don't think that kind of verbal side-stepping will work a second time. Softening the gentle teasing with a squeeze of Delaana's hand, Elika purses her lips in thought after being asked her own set of questions, taking a moment to come up with just one example of something she had allowed her fear to prevent her from trying when there are so very many things anxiety and fear have kept her from trying. You know, I've always thought it would be fun to act, like in a play, but have the worst stage fright, Elika admits after she thinks of a single example, crinkling her nose as she adds, And I'm not really sure I'd be much of an actress either now that I think about it. Shrugging as she sets that subject aside, she smiles as she nods and confirms, You guessed it correctly, you've already met them, my Ceesi. Tilting her head the side as she considers the second part of Delaana's question, Elika repeats to buy time, Back home? There was . . ." she trails off, a mildly perplexed expression replacing her smile as she fights to keep hold of the memory of a red-haired boy she was very close to when she was younger, a boy that was also friends with Noelani. Elika pictures the boy briefly, seated on the floor with the parts of a droid surrounding him. and can hear her father saying something to the boy, but the image fades, and her expression goes blank for a moment as the mental safeguards and defenses which have been set up in her mind kick in and wipe the memory, and all thought of the red-haired boy from her mind.
"No, Elika says in a slightly confused tone after too long of a pause when the mental defenses have completed their work and she returns from the limbo she is sent to when they are called to action. No one back home," she concludes with a smile, the blankness gone as she immediately forgets her thoughts of the boy and her confusion and even the awareness of the moment she lost completely, and wonders instead if she should tell Delaana about Noelani. Noelani was more than a friend, however, and while Elika, ironically unaware of the fact that Delaana may know more about her than she herself does, knows that there will be a time to share that part of her past with Delaana, but she does not feel as though now is that time.
Strilath the Hutt's Club - Inside
Nemes, antennae twitching towards one of the Klatoonian guards around the Hutt when they appear to be commed by someone, subtly nudges Nazani in the ribs and nods towards the Klatoonian, who looks to Nemes as though he is more alert and on guard than he had been prior to being commed.
Nazani, at first looking irritated by the interruption to her attempt to follow the exchange between Strilath and Madieke to make sure she does not miss anything watching details like body language and the interpreter's expressions when the Hutt speaks might reveal, feels a fluttering in her stomach as she observes what her Rodian partner has pointed out to her, and has a sudden sense of being in the path of a storm rushing rapidly onwards to envelope them all. Subtly unbuttoning her blazer to have easier access to the blaster holstered at the small of her back, Nazani frowns as she considers how to make Madieke aware of her sense that they may be in some danger, regretting that they have not had enough time with the Sector Ranger to establish the kind of easy non-verbal communication she and Nemes share. Telling herself that she may be over reacting a bit, Nazani tries to calm her thoughts and focus on her surroundings and conversation with the Hutt, hoping her sense of unease is unfounded.
Strilath the Hutt's Club - Rooftop
Anila has just opened her set of slicing tools on the ground beside her in preparation of disabling the door alarm when . . . . the dang door just opens. Keen reflexes kicking in as she realizes what the door opening most likely means, Anila lifts her right arm just as the Aqualish emerges in the door way. The Aqualish will have a brief instant to register that he is seeing Vice Governor Vyridian kneeling in the doorway before Anila activates the wrist repulsor-beam device she cobbled together, simulating a Force push that should send the Aqualish sailing backwards. Pushing off her left heel as the repulsor beam is sent forth, Anila draws the unique lightsaber hilt she was provided for this job, sprinting quickly through the door without pause and igniting the red hued blade of the lightsaber once the hilt is free. Lunging forward once through the door barely an instant after the Aqualish should have been flung back though it, Anila tries to capitalize on the swiftness and surprise she hopes are hers, sending the red blade for the heart of the Rodian who had been covering the Aqualish if he is as surprised as she hopes, while remaining ready to dodge instead if he is not . . .
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 13:34:31 GMT -8
Strilath's belly wobbles as he laughs heartily once Madieke has finished her sales pitch, and lifts a chubby arm to wag a finger at the Sector Ranger just to let her know that he is not unaware of the fact he is being flattered only as a part of the human's strategy to get him to cooperate with her. All the same, the Hutt admires the woman's moxie, and even leans over to tell his interpreter just that in Huttese. Once his laughter has finished, Strilath strokes his chin in thought while considering all of the angles. The Ranger is correct in assuming he has long hoped to learn who Sike's mystery source is, so that he could add such an asset to his organization, but Strilath has also done very well for himself without the source just as the woman pointed out. The source is also now being hunted by not only the UPD, but also the Sector Rangers, and so Strilath ultimately concludes that buying a bit of goodwill from the two law enforcement agencies with what little information he had managed to collect is a fair trade when it is a good bet that the source will not escape the combined forces of the UPD and the Sector Rangers anyway. If he cannot benefit from the source, Strilath sees no reason he cannot benefit from helping the Ranger do what she intends to do whether he helps or not.
After listening to Strilath speak for a time in Huttese, the Chiss interpreter translates for Madieke and her associates, "The mighty Strilath sees the wisdom of your proposal, and so will share what his cunning and resolve have uncovered about the mysterious source you seek. The broker is located here, in Umgul City, the wise and crafty Strilath has learned, and has been for some time. Longer than the mighty Strilath, and longer than poor Sike. It is said the broker has three heads, and can be found in a garden, though these things are surely metaphorical. Two heads are human, a male and female who do not age, it is said, and the third head is that of a beast. This is all the mighty Strilath has learned, and all he can offer you."
As the disguised assassin had hoped, the Aqualish is surprised enough by the sight of Andros Vyridian just outside the rooftop door that he freezes up, and is sent flying backwards by the repulsor blast. As the Aqualish slams into the wall behind the door, his blaster falling from his fingers as the force of the impact stuns him briefly, the Rodian seals his own fate by focusing an instant too long on the confusing sight of the sailing Aqualish rather than on looking for who sent him sailing.
The Rodian, looking even more perplexed by the unexpected sequence of events he has witnessed when the red glowing blade wielded by none other than Umgul's Vice Governor pierces his chest, looks at his killer with a puzzled expression before slumping to the ground beside the Aqualish who is frantically grabbing for his fallen blaster, hoping against hope he can pick it up and shoot who he believes to be the Vice Governor before the red blade that fell the Aqualish is turned on him.
The Nikto monitoring the security camera feeds taps the screen of the rooftop camera when it remains at an angle preventing his view of the door after what seems like enough time for the Aqualish to have reach it and correct the problem has passed. Deciding to give the guards a moment more, the Nikto looks first at the screen from the balcony cam to watch Strilath and the white hats that have come calling, and then at others throughout the club to check for anything amiss.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 18:04:36 GMT -8
"You're sure that's her ba'buir? Greig asks skeptically as he looks at the enlarged images Krikor has found and believes to be of his mother's killer. Tapping one of the images, Greig says, She looks about thirty, maybe less. You were five when you saw your mother die, can you really be sure after all this time . . ."
"Yes, Krikor says with an air of utter finality. That is the abomination I am sworn to kill, and kill it I shall. I've told you what it is, why it will not appear as old as it truly is."
Holding up his hands in surrender, Greig says, "I understand that ba'buir, but her skin . . ."
The barest notes of frustration and impatience entering his typically calm, well cadenced delivery of all he says, Krikor says, "It. Its skin has been colored somehow, nothing more. It has survived for so long by learning how to conceal what it is. This is no different than any other predator's camouflage. It is the creature, I am certain of it."
Nodding, Krikor's conviction making any further debate of the merits of the evidence he has found futile. With no images of the woman they are here to hunt in existence, Greig knows that they ultimately would be relying on Krikor's memory of a traumatic event occurring seventy three years in the past now, and if the old man is convinced there is little more to discuss. "What now? Watch for her . . . it to go to work, then take it out coming or going? I could snipe it from . . ."
"No, Krikor says with a shake of his head. The law here is lenient. They openly welcome Dark Siders. Their Vice Governor may be a vigilante allowed to run amok by the Jedi watching over this world as well as the law enforcement and the very government. With no evidence of the fell creature's murderous past, and no sign it has added any victims to its ever growing list in it's time here, we could easily find ourselves running afoul of the law ourselves if we bring the beast to justice in so open a way. We watch it instead, learn where its lair is, and when we know where it goes to ground we plan accordingly."
"You do not wish to confront it before its demise? Rashmi asks curiously, breaking her silence for the first time since Krikor showed them the images he had found. You do not want to speak to it, let it know what it stands accused of?"
"To what end? Krikor asks dismissively. It is a beast, what could it say of interest to me, or to justify its atrocities? We find its lair, and we end it there at long last. Greig, you will take the first watch starting tomorrow. If it shows, wait until it leaves then follow it."
The following morning, Greig sits in an airspeeder parked across from TaSpa!, watching the front entrance through the T-visor of his buy'ce, using the zoom feature of his HUD to scan the faces of anyone approaching the building who matches the images Krikor had found for a certain match for the woman they are hunting.
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