EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha avoided bushes, trees, and anything else that might make noise as she approached. She felt Sabine's signal and turned her head to the north to see its cause. After some searching, she spotted Do'rhajul and Arinette in the middle of their conversation. In response, Ahnasha slowly inched her way farther south and west, placing a tent between her and the pair. From there, she kept herself low to the ground and took step after deliberate step until she was just next to one of the tents on the west side of the camp. The approach was easy, but from here, it would start to get difficult. She was going to have to locate Yerig's tent in order to plant the book with the right person, and they did not know for sure which one it was. She would have to be able to peer into them one at a time without breaking her invisibility. Meanwhile, the Orc stood up and stretched out his arms, then started to look closer to the north side of the camp.

Do'rhajul and Arinette were speaking in hushed tones, but after glancing at the Orc, Arinette motioned for Do'rhajul to follow her. She started walking out of camp...right in the direction of Sabine. It was possible that the zealot just wanted to speak in private to Do'rhajul and had chosen that direction by chance. Or, she could have somehow detected Sabine. If Sabine called in the reinforcements now, Ahnasha would certainly not be able to plant the book, so it was up to Sabine to choose on whether to stay hidden, or abort the mission.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Circumtore

Timana sat at in his podium, unlike most Hutts where his visage was purely repulsive he was physically dominating enough to be even intimidating. Not many Hutts could say that, the scar running down and over his left eye just helped contribute to the horrible visage of the one who was arguably one of the most militant and easy to anger Hutt. He had a reputation in Hutt Space, he controlled the most violent Hutt Faction with various fight arenas in the grounds of his palace alone.

He spoke in a thick Huttese accent, a droid translating in a mechanical voice. [It is said that you have brought great Timana a gift. Timana demands you tell him what it is.]

Being that Sirka was not part of the conversation, her concentration fell off of the Hutt and onto the more dangerous guards around them. Her eyes watched their movements, while her nose gauged their intentions. Right now, most everyone was fairly calm, apart from Boqo. Even the Hutt himself, as disgusting as he was smell, was not in the worst of moods. That, she imagined, would change quickly, and in short order. It was her job to figure out a way of the mess if something went wrong, which would be a tall order for basically anyone. They were surrounded, after all. Part of her wondered if she had been hired just to give Boqo a false sense of security to get him to accept the job in the first place. Few mercenaries would be able to do anything at all against such odds, but fortunately for Boqo, she was one of those few who might actually be able to do something. She could take more shots than they would expect, and she could get up to surprising speeds in a sprint.

Sirka paid more attention to Timana directly as Boqo started to speak. “This gift comes from my employer: The Golden Exchange.” He said simply before pressing the button to automatically open the box.

Timana roared a little, pushing a nearby slave off his podium as he moved forward. He was surprised to see one of his most trusted spies lying on the ground, at Timanas obvious outburst of rage the guards around the room all raised their weapons at the two individuals. The droid spoke up translated Timanas speech as soon as he had finished speaking. [Timana demands to know how the Golden Exchange found out about his most trusted agent? And what right Koren Graeff has in killing an agent of the Great Timana? Koren was the one who refused payment to assassinate, the Great Timana had to take matters into his own hands.]

Again, Sirka flicked out her tongues. The reveal had the predictable effect on the Hutt, which meant that Sirka had to be on guard. Being that she grew up on Nar Shaddaa, she understood Huttese, so she would not need to wait for a translation to know what orders he gave. Boqo remained both professional and confident in his outward demeanor. “We are just the couriers for this message. There is little that escapes Koren’s eye, and he feels this message is self-evident.”

By virtue of their scents, Sirka could feel how both the Hutt and his guards were reacting to the developing scene. Anger, confidence, worry. Everyone was on a blade’s edge, but she had a feeling the Hutt was hesitating to lash out at them for a reason. The Golden Exchange was a capable and frankly frightening entity to face. That was not to say that others, even Timana, could not stand against it with sheer might, but the balance of power in the region was so divided that no one could truly afford to make an enemy of them. That was a fact of which Sirka suspected the Hutt might need to be reminded. She had not been specifically told to speak, but she also had not been instructed not to speak. She could read a situation, and she felt that threat could be just what was needed to force a peaceful resolution. “It’s wise to...respect the Golden Exchange’s neutrality.”

Timana had a long inhale of breath before laughing in the age old Hutt obnoxious laugh ‘Oooooooh, ho, ho, hoooo.’ The guards all lowered their weapons, all most likely used to this form of trading in the Hutts domain. Timana began to speak closely followed by that of his translator. [Koren is a brash one. The great Timana advises that you take this time to leave, now and relay a message to the great Koren Graeff. He should be careful of whom he threatens.]

The guards relaxing was not enough to take Sirka off her guard, though she did try to avoid looking any more directly threatening than usual. Until they were out of Timana’s compound, or really, off the planetoid, they would not be truly safe. Still she took it to be a good sign, particularly since, as Boqo’s response indicated, they would be leaving shortly. “We will take our leave. Koren is always willing to do business, as long as conflict is kept away from his property.”

With that, there was nothing more left to say. The message had been delivered, and it would be hard for Timana not to understand it, even if they had said nothing at all. It was abundantly clear that the angry slug wanted them out of his sight, and for Sirka, the feeling was mutual. The pair started to make their way out of the chamber, though just in case, Sirka kept herself between Boqo and the guards.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

From where Ahnasha was hiding, Sabine should have been able to see her at the moment. It was important that Sabine know where she was from the beginning, as she would have to remain particularly perceptive in order to keep track of Ahnasha through her infiltration. She was going to be invisible as she went into camp, so the enemy and Sabine alike would not be able to see her directly. To know where Ahnasha was, Sabine would have to pay attention to how she affected her surroundings as she moved, which would at least be possible since Sabine knew roughly where to look. If, at any point, Sabine lost track of Ahnasha, it would be much harder for her to give precise directions as she infiltrated the camp. Several of the signals they had devised involved a direction from Ahnasha's perspective.

As soon as Ahnasha received Sabine's signal, she paused a moment, did her best to keep her mind clear and focused, and cast the invisibility spell upon herself. Her steps towards the camp were light and deliberate, her presence almost imperceptible to one who did not know exactly where to look. Even Sabine would have to use some educated guesses to approximately guess her location.

In the camp, Sabine would be able to see that the Orc currently had his eye on the east side of camp, rather than the south with Ahnasha. The Breton Zealot had also emerged from one of the tents and had stopped Do'rhajul, apparently for a conversation. Otherwise, there was not any activity of note. Thusfar, their enemy did not seem to suspect anything was wrong.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

It seemed odd watching the automatons leave with Sabine. They had come to life with grinding gears and bursts of steam, but not a sound to accompany them. At the moment, Ahnasha's task was fairly straightforward. She just needed to get as close to the camp as she could, quietly, so that she would be ready to move in once Sabine was in position. She cast her spell upon herself to conceal her from the detection enchantments, then moved forward towards the camp.

Ahnasha was moving in from the south, and at the moment, was just using trees and foliage to obscure herself. Another challenge of her task would be not only to stay out of sight, but to complete the task before she exhausted her magicka. Once she was close enough, it would essentially be required for her to use invisibility to get into the right tent, but that could be draining. And if she accidentally allowed her magicka to drain too much, then she could lose her protection against the detection enchantments.

Getting closer and closer, Ahnasha could see into the camp more clearly, though since she was not approaching from elevation, it was only one side of the camp that she could actually observe. Do'rhajul was taller than most of the tents, so it was easy to keep track of his position, but she could not see the Orc Sabine had mentioned from her angle. Ahnasha's bare feet made virtually no sound against the grass, and she could deftly avoid snapping any twigs or rustling any leaves. Her breathing was slow and deliberate, and she was able to plan her path to keep as much between her and the camp as possible for concealment on approach. Eventually, she reached the closest point at which she was comfortable waiting without invisibility and hid herself behind the trunk of a large tree. Sabine would have to get each automaton in position individually, which was going to take time. If they were discovered, Ahnasha was going to do everything she possibly could to make sure that both of them escaped. The kind of torment they would likely experience if they were captured was terrifying to consider.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Although she was limited in the time she could spend above it, Sabine would get a better look at the camp than any of the scouts. The maps that the scouts had drawn up about the surrounding forest were largely accurate, though the camp itself had evidently been shifted around somewhat. Another tent had been put up in one spot, and another two had been taken down. As well, the camp was, unfortunately, not entirely asleep. They still had a campfire going, and a few of them were still walking around, Do'rhajul himself among them. Aside from him, Sabine would clearly be able to see one of the Orcs on watch, and if she looked closely, she may be able to discern that he still showed signs of the injury Janius gave him. Being that most of the group were non-lycans, it did take them longer to recover from such wounds.

Meanwhile, Ahnasha waited just on the threshold of their enemy's detection enchantments. Not only would she need to sneak into the camp out of sight, but she was going to have to hide her presence from the enchantments as well. Her approach used her knowledge of necromancy to fool the life detection enchantments, which would take some effort to maintain. It was all the more reason that she wanted to get the journal planted sooner rather than later.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Delni Rhiko

Name: Delni Rhiko

Species: Togruta

Age: 25

Appearance: Has skin that is primarily dark-orange, with black and white bands on her lekku, as well as white stripes on other parts of her body.

Faction: Unaffiliated

Skills (and abilities)

• Fast-learner
• Perceptive (both due to physical senses, and intuition)
• Proficient with computers
• Risk-taker

Weaknesses:

• Untrained in combat
• Has no special physical conditioning
• Risk-taker

History: Sister to Sirka Rhiko, Delni was born just after her family fled to Hutt Space. She shared her sister’s difficult childhood at first, but Sirka was able to start bringing in a larger supply of credits by the time she reached her teenaged years. As such, she was given the freedom to pursue other interests in her life besides menial labor, or fighting. Her sister has always considered her lucky, but she considers herself to be motivated. She experimented in her teens with different means of making a living. While Nar Shaddaa was hardly the most technologically advanced place in the galaxy, Delni was able to use it enough to give her some interest in it. She spent a few years working with the computers of her neighbors and local businesses, or sometimes reprogramming glitchy droids. It was a kind of work that certainly had a future, but she found that she enjoyed talking with her clients more than actually working for them.

After years of hearing of her parents’ former lives, Delni developed the dream of somehow returning to them. They had been merchants, and a life of talking to people, making sales, making friends and connections, sounded much more appealing to her than what she had been doing. Unfortunately, she was never able to secure the kind of stock necessary to actually open a store, but she has been able to live something of the life she wanted by managing her sister’s business and financial affairs. She has shown to be good at reading people, and has been able to give her sister some definite boosts to her income with the deals she has made.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

The Eclipse

Delni slowly opened her eyes, only to immediately and painfully regret that choice. She ended up staring straight up at one of the lights, then quickly pulled her hands up over her eyes to shield them from it. “Ahhhrg.” She groaned.

With her eyes still closed, she sat up on the edge of the bed and took her time in getting her bearings. She took the time to simply breathe, and think back on what she had been doing before. She remembered drinking quite clearly, if it was not obvious enough. Then, she remembered going, or being carried, rather, to her room. Then, her sister left on a job, something that came up rather suddenly. Recalling the details, she slowly turned her head and reached out beside her to grab the medicine that she remembered her sister setting out for her. Except, it was not there. She just ended up grabbing at the air, and after opening her eyes just slightly, she realized that she was not where she thought she had been.

Anxiety grew within her as more memories came to mind. She recalled making a call to Elias, then… “Oh, wait! Did I…” In a near panic, she looked around the room, ignoring the pain of doing so, but found that she was alone. She also did not see any...evidence that she had gone through with anything. “Thank the Force.” She muttered with a long sigh.

Elias hadn’t rested in the ways he probably should have during the course of the hyperspace voyage, as he’d slept just before Besh had dropped this blasted job on him. Instead, he had been working on ways to get them out of the Hutt’s hair before it realized that the smuggler who’d set his slaves free and never delivered them was going to be paying a visit. It was a risk that he had been trying to avoid, and of course it would be Koren who lands him there otherwise. Sighing, he was in the cockpit when the console beeped at him. Taking a seat in the pilot’s chair, he drops them out of hyperspace and sets the Eclipse into a holding pattern while he went to grab a couple of special grenades from the stash in his room.

Hitting the button, he finds Delni, the Togruta from the bar, sitting on his bed looking around with a relieved look on her face. Elias, on the other hand, could only groan as what they had arranged to meet up for raced back to him. “Of COURSE, this would happen when it’s too late to turn back!” This was, of course, shouted loud enough that Sol would be able to hear the lament.

Since she had been given enough time to recall the position she had put herself in, Delni was not as alarmed as she might have been when the door opened. She jumped slightly at the sound, then slowly managed to look up at Elias while holding her hand up just above her eyes to block out some of the light. Her first thoughts as to what had likely happened was that he had found her passed out on his bed and just decided to wait around until she woke up. It would have been a terribly embarrassing situation, naturally, but it was one she would have taken a thousand times over compared to reality.

“Huh...what, wait? ‘Turn back’? Aren’t we...what the hell do you mean?” She asked, her voice quickly growing in volume.
Sol lifted his head up from the groan he heard, having just sat down after finding himself looking through the ship. His warrior instincts honed to a razor’s edge, he snapped to as soon as the noise was heard and carefully, dangerously marched out of the guest quarters with his gun held by hip fire, walking with his feet almost separate from his upper body by the way he moved.

...Only for him to lower his gun in a deadpan “...” when he saw the Togruta from the bar atop the younger Mando’s bed.

“Do you bring your girls on jobs all of the time?” Sol’id asked, cutting through the tension of the moment. He seemed annoyed at the prospect of an unexpected guest, particularly if his fellow Mando had done it deliberately.

Elias realized that as his guest, who he’d not actually intended to do anything with while she was drunk, was fully unaware that he was on a job for Koren and could only barely stand the annoyance in Sol’s voice and he realized quite immediately that he was not going to have a good day. So he started with Delni. ”Look, after we got done talking, I was on my way here when Koren’s droid, Besh I think, stopped me and gave me a job from the man himself. Soon as he said it was from Koren himself, I sorta, well,” he glanced from his fellow Mandalorian to Delni, ”forgot about you. So, Sol’id, I didn’t do this on purpose. And Delni, well….you’re going to have to hang out here until I finish the job.”

Delni did not maintain as much calm as Elias. In fact, there was very little about her that was even approaching being calm at the moment. “What? Oh no. Oh, no no no. That, uh, that can’t be right. I can’t...be somewhere else. You…” She began, her eyes narrowing squarely onto Elias. “You invited me here. You invited me, then you just...left? What!? You...karking, lying, manipulating, no good...son of a mynock! How do you just...leave? With me! You basically just kidnapped me! I have to get back to Paradise. I can’t just go off on some crazy dangerous job with some guy that would apparently forget his own head if it wasn’t attached!”

Sol’id did not know just how to take this. He solved most of his problems through intimidation and killing, but…
“I should have taken the Hammer.” He sighed, referring to his own ship still upon the waystation at Koren’s. He stood at the center of the doorway, shouldering his gun but not moving as the two continued.

Elias growled in slight anger at the insult. ”Woman, have you ever dealt with Koren himself after he’s found some reason to be pissed off at you? And then he gives you a job with the money to hire extra help and has his droid tell you that it’s a hint and that he’s not happy wit you? No? Then shut the hell up. I forgot about this because I wasn’t about to piss off one of the most dangerous non-Hutts in ALL of Hutt space!” He took a deep breath before continuing, trying to keep his suddenly rising temper in check. This was not the first impression he wanted to give Sol’id.

”Look, I apologize for unintentionally kidnapping you, wasn’t the plan when I invited you to my ship. In all honesty, I was going to keep you out of trouble while your sister was gone, since I’ve had my fair share of drunken escapades while under the influence of Mandalorian Ale. All I’m asking you to do is once we touch down on Circumtore, you stay low and out of sight. Then we’ll make the drop at Near Pando and go back. Then we can forget this escapade and call it a day. I’ll even give you some of the credits as an apology.”

Delni had already been fuming, and Elias’ shouting response certainly did not help matters. She shouted right back at him, sometimes over him. “Have I dealt with Koren? No, but I can also say I’ve never accidentally kidnapped someone! Because I’ll say, that takes a pretty special kind of stupid, and...ahhrg.” She interrupted herself, bringing her hands up to her temple. The shouting was definitely not doing wonders for her headage. “Blazes, my head…”

The interruption was enough for Delni to give Elias a chance to speak more calmly. She wanted to blame Elias for this completely. However, while there was no way she was going to admit it out loud she was still beating herself up for her own stupidity in getting herself in this mess in the first place. Passing out drunk in a strange man’s ship was not her best move, she had to admit. She pulled her head down, keeping her hands pressed against her forehead. This was not where she wanted to be: stuck who-knew-how-many light years away from Paradise, away from her sister, in a tiny nightgown. In fact, looking down at herself, she was just starting to realize that the garment was a bit more revealing than she was comfortable with at the moment. It was not meant to be taken in public, in any case.

The powerful Mandalorian vet at the back watched the exchange between them, and the new relative calm. He regarded Elias for a moment, and thought he had never been in this situation, he’d been in plenty of situations where the unexpected became reality. Wordlessly, he reached into his utility belt where most of his equipment was housed, and he pulled out one of his smaller stimpaks. Unknown to most, they weren’t just healers, but also pain medication. He wouldn’t use them as such, but if it defused the situation further so they could get back to the job...

Sol’id Fist stepped forward, walking past Elias for a moment, and holding his hand out to Delni with the stimpak in it. “It’s a small enough dose for it to help your head.” He explained. If she accepted it, her dainty hand would look utterly small compared to his large hand. He looked to Elias after, and continued. “I’ll be out near the exit bay. Meet me when you’re ready.”

Without another word, he marched out of the room and into the hallway, the only sign of him getting further away were the booted steps that seemed to diminish with every one.

Delni did not have any particular reason to be angry at the larger Mandalorian. Though, she certainly had every reason to be afraid of him. He was heavily armed, heavily armored, and she had no idea who he was. She was already experiencing the consequences of trusting one stranger, but on the other hand, he did not seem the type to resort to tricking someone. If he had the mind to hurt her somehow, she had a feeling that she would see it coming. Hesitantly, she took the stimpack in her hand, but did not yet make any move to use it.

Elias sighed as Sol spoke and nodded. ”Yeah, right. I’ll be there soon, ship just needs to be given landing vectors.” After he left, silence ruled in the room as Elias walked over to a wall panel that wasn’t readily apparent and retrieved a couple of cryoban grenades along with a couple Ion ones. Couldn’t hurt to be prepared. Turning to the Togruta, he kept his eyes firmly on hers, not wanting to make the situation seem worse. ”Look, I know I screwed up. If this were anything but a screw up, I wouldn’t blame you for feeding me to your sister later. But this was an accident and I promise to make it up to you somehow. Fair?”

Delni finally responded with something besides anger, even if it was just a sarcastic laugh. “You act like I’d even be able to stop my sister after this.” She commented, following with a long breath. “Look, I guess...this isn’t completely your fault. Mostly your fault, definitely, but I shouldn’t have passed out here. I shouldn’t have drunkenly decided to try and go sleep with some guy I barely know. Now...I just don’t even know anymore.”

Holding up the stimpack, she stared at it for a few moments before finally pressing the end of it against her arm. “This had better not be more drugs.” She muttered before injecting its contents. There was no point in refusing; if they wanted to do something to her, she doubted she would be able to stop them. That fact alone made her feel almost sick to her stomach.

After a moment, she glanced to the bed and noticed her datapad near its edge. The stimpack was quite quick to act, so she was starting to feel well enough to be able to look at something bright. “At least I have this. Maybe I can message my sister, let her know what is going on. Though I have no idea where she is, or if she is in any position to get the message. So am I really going to be just sitting here in this ship waiting on you for hours?” She asked.

Elias was still securing his grenades when she asked and he shrugged. ”Unless you feel like pretending to be part of a smuggler’s crew. One of my old crew members was a Togruta and when she moved on from smuggling, she left all her old clothes behind. Haven’t had a crew since, so I haven’t cleaned out her dresser. Although...I’m not sure anything she had is much more modest than what you’re wearing now.”

Delni tilted her head slightly to the side. “A Togruta? Well that’s...convenient. Anything about my size would do, of course, but still. My sister has always said I’m a lucky one, I guess.” She replied. “I mean...I’m not going to be going out on your job with you. I, uh, I don’t know how to fight. I can’t shoot. Well, my sister says I can shoot pretty well for someone with no real training, but still. I’ve never been in a fight; I can’t go out being a smuggler. Still, I would like to at least get dressed. It would be so nice to have a shirt, some pants, and, um...underwear.” She said with a rather bashful expression.

Nodding his understanding, Elias leads her to the dresser the clothes were in and heads back out, pausing in the doorway. ”Being part of the crew, you wouldn’t have to talk. All the same, I’d stay on the ship.” Closing the door behind himself, Elias heads to the cockpit and sets course on the provided landing vectors. Now if they could just get this done without having to shoot anyone, the day might go just a little bit better…”[/color]

Delni spent some time in the room, perhaps more than Elias might have expected. Still, she did eventually emerge, and by her stomping feet, she still was not quite happy, not to mention still barefoot. She marched up behind him in the cockpit and leaned onto the back of the co-pilot’s chair with a distinctly frustrated sigh. “Was she a smuggler, or a stripper?” She remarked. “Somehow even smaller than me. Shoes didn’t fit. I think she put holes in this vest on purpose, and these shorts are barely longer than my nightgown.”

Delni pushed off of the chair and looked back down at her datapad. “Whatever. It’s not that bad; I’m just...frustrated. Look, um, Elias. I know neither of us wanted this, so let’s just get it over with so we can go home. I don’t like the idea of being stuck here in the ship with no idea what’s going on, but I will stay here. Can I contact you on that number you gave me if something goes wrong here? Is there anything I can do from here to make this go faster, or at least giving myself a better chance to get back home alive? I’m pretty good with computers, if that helps.”

Elias chuckles at the way she opens the conversation and gives her a genuine smile, which is somehow more charming than his charming smile. ”She enjoyed being a visual distraction when the situation called for it. And by she enjoyed it, I mean she called dibs on the spot whenever plans were laid out. She actually went on to become a professional dancer, so there is that.”

As she continued speaking, Elias ran through things in his head before nodding to himself at the mention of being good with computers, the timing being good as the ship touched down. ”There’s a couple of auto turrets that need activated and I’m going to want you monitoring the guards on their frequencies. That keeps you in the ship and in direct contact with me. Don’t worry though, I won’t be going too far anyways.”

“I...think I can do that, actually. Yeah. As long as your ship has all the right equipment, of course. I remember trying to listen in on conversations like that back on Nar Shaddaa. You know...for fun.” Delni replied. She was actually surprised that there was something meaningful she could actually do, and it would at least beat sitting around with no idea what was happening. “Yeah, just, uh, show me to the terminal, show me what I need, and I’ll do what I can.”

It helped that Delni had come to him in the cockpit, and after a few minutes, she was shown how to do what he had asked of her, and he was walking down the loading ramp with Sol in tow. ”I’ll do the talking, get us out of here as quick as I can. Shouldn’t take too long.”

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Since Delni has been an important character, I decided to make a sheet for her for others to be able to refer to:

Name: Delni Rhiko

Species: Togruta

Age: 25

Appearance: Has skin that is primarily dark-orange, with black and white bands on her lekku, as well as white stripes on other parts of her body.

Faction: Unaffiliated

Skills (and abilities)

• Fast-learner
• Perceptive (both due to physical senses, and intuition)
• Proficient with computers
• Risk-taker

Weaknesses:

• Untrained in combat
• Has no special physical conditioning
• Risk-taker

History: Sister to Sirka Rhiko, Delni was born just after her family fled to Hutt Space. She shared her sister’s difficult childhood at first, but Sirka was able to start bringing in a larger supply of credits by the time she reached her teenaged years. As such, she was given the freedom to pursue other interests in her life besides menial labor, or fighting. Her sister has always considered her lucky, but she considers herself to be motivated. She experimented in her teens with different means of making a living. While Nar Shaddaa was hardly the most technologically advanced place in the galaxy, Delni was able to use it enough to give her some interest in it. She spent a few years working with the computers of her neighbors and local businesses, or sometimes reprogramming glitchy droids. It was a kind of work that certainly had a future, but she found that she enjoyed talking with her clients more than actually working for them.

After years of hearing of her parents’ former lives, Delni developed the dream of somehow returning to them. They had been merchants, and a life of talking to people, making sales, making friends and connections, sounded much more appealing to her than what she had been doing. Unfortunately, she was never able to secure the kind of stock necessary to actually open a store, but she has been able to live something of the life she wanted by managing her sister’s business and financial affairs. She has shown to be good at reading people, and has been able to give her sister some definite boosts to her income with the deals she has made.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha quickly turned serious when Sabine started with their final checks on their equipment. The rings seemed to be working well. Each sensation came through clearly and distinctly, and they had practiced enough that Ahnasha remembered each of their meanings. In particular, the warning for immediate danger was a fairly painful burning sensation, as if the ring had suddenly turned to silver. They had selected it on Ahnasha's own recommendation, as she wanted something that would immediately and unquestionably grab her attention. For that warning, she wanted to chance no delay.

Once they had inspected all they could inspect, the pair had no more reason to delay. They had teleported to a spot that was as close as was safe for their warriors to muster. They could roll their automatons somewhat closer through the forest before activating the enchantments, but not terribly far.

"Okay, Sabine...I'm ready. Let's get this over with. You're going to have the lead getting the machines into position. I'll get myself in position for my part, but there's not much I can do to help with the machines." Ahnasha replied. The area all around Do'rhajul's camp was forested, so there was at least plenty of visual cover which they could use to obscure the automatons. It was late, being around midnight, though unfortunately, the moons were closer to being full than not. Their enemy would still have some visibility.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Paradise

Hotel Room

Delni laid back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling well-after Sirka had gone. She had sobered at least slightly compared to before her shower, but she was still quite intoxicated. She was still in good enough of a state to recognize that her sister had left, and would probably be gone for a while. She didn’t like it, but getting more jobs was one of the reasons she had come to Paradise with Sirka. She kept thinking about her sister’s parting words to enjoy her vacation. Sirka had definitely expected that she would want to get some rest, but the more Delni thought, the more she realized that she was not quite tired.

After a few more minutes, Delni threw off her blankets and sat up on the side of the bed. She was perfectly able to recognize the fact that she was drunk, but she found herself more curious about it than cautious. She never let herself drink that much, which naturally meant that it must have been someone else’s fault. She did not even remember what the Mandalorian, Elias, had said about the drink, but her thoughts ended up on him regardless. Her sister obviously was not to blame, and there were not many other people left she had spoken to that night.

Sirka had left her datapad on the table next to her bed, so she did not need to stand up to grab it. She had the contact information for the Mandalorion; that much she remembered. Though, she had to reference the note he gave in order to actually send him an audio message. “Okay, Mandalorian. Be straight with me. What was in that drink?”