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.