First Reply “I Will Not Crucify The Things You Do.”

[Mira Nova]

Mira had made her way to the one place that most could disappear, Nar Shaddaa. The place was suitable place to rendezvous for a job for this Miraluka. The streets of Nar Shaddaa were ever busy with smugglers, bounty hunters, criminals, and that meant what happened next was inevitable. One of the Enforcer types, the usual guys who wear too much Echani armor, and act as if they are the Force’s gift to a planet or moon, saw Mira, who despite her eye covering was not unbecoming. He made the whistle as he said a line that wet over with women as well as kicking a Reek in the balls,
“Hey Babe! You fine.. you so fine, I wanna blow up a mine!”

Mira turning, looking at him, well doing what most people who have natural eyes does, she seeing him in the Force, and persing her lips. The Enforcer stepping closer,
“Well.. you are a sweet thing to look at.. how about we..”
He suddenly began to cough, and making croaking noises, his other friends running to his aid,
“Dentan, Dentan! What is wrong?”
Mira made no motion with her hands, and yet she was closing his windpipe and leaving a mark on his tracheae. In this moment of distraction, the Miraluka made her way to a club, there was dozens if not perhaps fifrty on Nar Shaddaa, and therein she came to the bar, where she ordered a drink, searching in the Force for her Contact. Music was pulsing, a song that made gthe masses move with their hands high in the air, and get lost in the ecstacy, altough the cloud of Spice hanging over the dancers might have been the real reason they were in such rapture…

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Seeing Between the Lines
Immediate Goals -
1: Meet up your contact ( Mira Nova )
2: Ascertain their abilities

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BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Mira Nova

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There is something to be said of a technical officer of the law coming to a chit-hole like Nar Shaddaa - but for now, nobody knows him as that. Just a clownish sort of Kiffar who raised his hands and tried to give a disarming smile as one barked at the newcomer to rescue "Dentan" - but there's no CPR that can handle a Force choke. Especially since his own tendril of the Force slithered through the writhing forms of the clubgoers, tapping the other shoulder of the Miralukan - indicating that this would be the "Fleet Captain Under Marque" that was her contact.

From their brief understanding of one another, the Kiffar she would meet was a member of the Sith Imperial Banking Clan - in charge of repossession and occasional privateering against the myriad enemies of the Sith - both political and underworld. Initially, it was simply cycling between professional obfuscation - dry-witted overt statement - casual work related chit-talking; the Miralukan was refreshingly straigthforward, stubborn, and blunt in a way that was refreshed.

Of course, to any onlookers, the Kiffar would seem like the newest oncomer who would try their wiles on the stone-cold Miralukan; but there was already a rapport being formed in the tendril of Trayze's aura, that sat there like an unbiased bonsai tree, or flytrap, allowing Mira to see that he was there, and trying to not deal with the fact that they laced the air with Spice?!

Should Mira be receptive to a sardonic observation on work safety violations, on how easy it would be to turn them rampant, as well as a place to withdraw to so they can "speak with clear minds", the unseen speech of the Force to begin their first meeting off on the right foot. Awkwardly sitting next to her, the Kiffar cleared his throat and stated something so stupid that Mira could recognize it as their password.

"So, uh... put ice cubes in your drink often? Or line it with sugar?" Behind the bashful smile, burgundy eyes dulled their light to focus on assessing the huntress in person.

 

[Mira Nova]

Trayze Tesar

Mira turning to the Man addressing her, she had felt his Aura and saw him burn with the fire that told her that he was the One she sought, and so she responded,
“Sugar.. for something sweet is what a Gal like me needs.”
This was he response, a little playfulness combined with that the custom of sugar in many cultural was sacred, and even a process in which betrothal too place. And in a way she was marrying herself to this next job, it had promise of something greater for her prospects. She had grown tired of the sifting through odd jobs and using her talents in security details and some assassination missions. She wanted something more, a larger role in this galaxy, and she was well aware that who was before he could point her in that direction or caste her off; her eagerness could be seen as weakness, and yet she would not apologize for Passion, nor obsession, which had brought her strength in the Power that she commanded.

She levitating some cubes of ice in the glass so that he could see, it was a cheap trick, as she made the clear rectangles of frozen liquid risen and fall in the drink as if icebergs in that little beverage. She let out a sigh and decided to go for broke, she reaching out to speak between their minds, it took great effort, for this was something she was only beginning to learn, in fact, at first she heard other’s thoughts and it almost drove her mad, until one day she was able to slip some words into a skull and get some codes she needed to flee a job gone wrong.

“Pardon.. my skills at this are.. limited. I am the one you seek.”
So she said through his mind to His, hoping that it transmitted with clarity.

 

[Darth Gnost]

The place was rank with it.. fear.. fear in every vesper.. in every breath of these peddlers and chancers.. all seeking a thrill to chill the gnawing at their minds that the invitable was coming.

The Lord of Fear did not frequent hubs like these, he preferred to stalk the breath of the craven in less bright places. And yet on occassion he broke his rule, removing the mystique as he came into the Neons of green, pink, and blue of a club when the scent of one was too irresistible.

The scent of Her insecurity was strong, and already there was One taunting her, seeking to illicit her proof of power. As she played with ice and little flutters of her power, Lord Gnost made a snort in his Brass Mask, she was playing a fool, this Man had no intent taking her and training her. He was seen all over the galaxy, looking for recruits for Malasheem.. for the Eternal Father. They would subjagate her fear for subservience and piety to a Sith god pretender, like Lord Daiman of Old. The only true gods of the Sith were not Lords, like Typhojem, one of the Fallen Celestials. And they did not come calling often anymore. Her life would be wasted in worship, and that made this Half-Bothan furious, he began to kick his hooves on the ground and charging he threw over a table, and tearing it in halves with his command of the Force he threw the pieces to pin two Guards, as he came to the Miraluka Gal.
“Do not let him take your fear.. you will need it to survive in this galaxy..”

 

[Mira Nova]

Mira thought her little tricks would entice the One who had come, and yet no response had lingered so long, she had begun to think he had left. It was then a commotion drew her attention, splitting of wood she could hear, so fine was it torn apart, that it was as little pieces of straw and then the aura of another full of the Darkness, this was more primal though, it commanded a respect through a violence she had not felt before. More than this it was provoked by the Man she thought would take her to learn the ways of the Dark Side, and now before her was Another who snorted and seemed to revel in fear, even bidding her not to relinquish her own.

Mira was flattered. To have two suitors, that is those seeking to consider her as one to hire for a job that would make her skills grow was more than she could have hoped. Turning to the Primal One she said,
“Fear is the beginning of wisdom.. it leads to Anger, and then to Hate, the fate that I seek.”
She pausing a moment, she was overwhelmed by his aura, it was so beastial.
“Do you have an offer? What can you promise that this man cannot give? That is if he still stands there..”

 

[Darth Gnost]

The Half Bothan stepping closer in his hoof feet.
“I can help you master your fear.. and use it to achieve your aims.. fear is the breath in all living things.. there is something that every sentient fears and if you find that thread, you have dominon over them. This Man offers you a life of slavery to a pretender god, I can give you the key to become like a god.. to bend the galaxy to your will. For fear is what motivates most, and with it you can command hosts.”
The Dark Lord snorting at Trayze who had too long been silent.
“Come with me and learn to Master fear.. then you will tear out the hearts of your enemies and have supremacy.”
He offering his claw hand to her, his chest was heaving beneath the armor, the pace quickening as he breathed in her scent more and more. At last he had the chance to be a Master, to share the power that truly ruled the stars…