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The Admiralty
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[member="Ariadne Van'Shelaq"]

The moon was already rising in the air and sometimes he could almost picture the trail which followed in its wake, a pittoresque image and it only reminded Khaleel more and more how important Nar Shaddaa was to him. Most people didn’t really get that kind of commitment to this urban sprawl world, the smog rising up, the screams and secondly stabbings that happened just around the corner. But that was fine, not everyone could see behind the veil and that’s just how Khal liked it.

Nar Shaddaa was his and only here did he feel entirely at home, sitting on one of the higher rooftops of the city proper he looked out over the cityscape. They were in the heart of Exchange territory, one of the more… reasonable and calm sectors of the planet.

The stabbings rare, theft almost non-existent, no drug trafficking and the shopkeepers paid their debts without complaining. A clockwork that ticked dutifully on the tune of the Underlord, it was the way he liked to do business. Clean, quick and without needless suffering. Good for profit and that was one of the few things that mattered.

A lone cigarette was perching between his lips, feet dangled over the edge of the roof and perhaps the most important detail of the scene was… the man was humming. Peculiar tune that fit the more tiresome and perhaps slightly sad mood of the day.

Nostalgia can be a shutta.

There had been a message send through the grapevine, Ari wished to talk to him. It’s why he was sitting on this roof right now, waiting for her to come up and say whatever she had to say. He wondered if things had changed between ‘em, wondered what she had been up to and most of all, what she wanted from him.

Everything wants something, Khal. Problem is, can ya help ‘em all?
 
The stink of old piss, engine grease and exhaust fumes wafted throughout the winding, wounded streets of the Undercity, staining every inch and corner until there was nothing left but the cloying odour and the cacophony of noise that never seemed to quieten down. It was an onslaught on the senses, an assault that never allowed those living in the city's depraved depths a chance to forget the cruel reality that kept them there. Even under the blanket of night Nar Shaddaa woke, the constant symphony of sounds bursting forth in the rivets of blood that splattered its hardened skin. There was never a night when the great moon would spite the weak that infested its streets and infected its air, the sound of their screams marking another life Nar Shaddaa claimed in all of its cruelty and mercilessness.

Ariadne heard it all, the pulse of the urban jungle that rippled from the dingiest wards all the way up into its tallest towers. It did not matter whose territory she stepped into or whose turf remained the safest. It was all the same, the screams were still there. The streets of Nar Shaddaa were all marked by the same melody of madness, all playing to the same tune within the churning tempest of corruption that swallowed the scarred moon.

Many tried to run from it but not Ari, no...she danced to it. She enjoyed it.

Only a few transcended the smog that suffocated the city, only a few held the power to break through the stench of death and as the young woman slipped through the shadow of night, she could not help but stifle a grin at the scenery before her. This was her home just as much as the man she was meeting. The entire moon was endearing, in the most mutilated of ways.

Light footfalls graced the polished tower with which she was told to go, the rhythmic steps of her lithe body echoing into the tower and silently chasing after the soft song that bled through the ceiling. Khaleel was singing or humming, from the distance she couldn't distinguish which, but the very fact she could hear the slightly off key melody of his throat ripple into the air around her told the woman enough of what to expect once she finally came face to face with him. It had been a while, long enough for Ariadne to begin to grow irked at having to deal with sniveling representatives and messengers whilst he was lost in Force knows where.

It wasn't sentimentality that pushed her here, it was business. Or so she told herself anyway.

With a shrill beep the autolift creaked into life before sending Ariadne upwards, the sound of the man's humming growing louder and louder as she ascended above the smog riddled haven below. It seemed fitting, having to knock on heaven's door to meet the Underlord of Nar Shaddaa. Many would tremble, some would come screaming with guns ablaze and sabers drawn but the elusive 'Zen' came with nothing more than the simple black outfit adorning her slim body and the handgun at her side.

Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, the pale skinned woman stepped out into the cool embrace of night, the scent of worn cologne and cigarette smoke greeting her before she even laid eyes on Khaleel.It was almost inviting, a flood of old nostalgia threatening to invade her mind before she stifled it with a tense frown. Quietly, the woman advanced, actually content with the fact there would be no intermediary to help with their discussion.

"You sing now?" She uttered tersely, stepping around the man before joining him cross legged atop the roof, the breeze brushing her hair against her shoulders. No smiles were given, no handshakes or kisses just a cock of a brow and glance at the glowing cigarette trapped between his fingers.

It was just like old times, right?



[member="Khaleel Malvern"]
 
The Admiralty
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[member="Ariadne Van'Shelaq"]

Ah… Ari, the wickedest witch down the south lane of Nar Shaddaa. Few if any women could truly come so close the spitfire of this particular woman, and perhaps just a little sliver of his being had missed seeing her every once in a while. It was something about the lightning shooting from her eyes when he professed his metaphorical love for her, it was the touch of the skin against his when she punched him for being too protective, it was all that and more.

Nah, they hadn’t been all too close. Just close enough not to stab each other in the back at the right opportunities.

Helps with the stress, Ari.’ shifty look at her, almost warmed the heart that one. Lazily he dug out the box with cigarettes, offering her one. Didn’t really remember anymore if she ever smoked or not, probably did.

Who didn’t smoke these days?

How ya been?

Sometimes the memories were vague, what were the dreams and what had actually happened? But that was the way of things after spending years in hell, sometimes a man just gotta accept and move on. No way back, Khal.
Just gotta roll with stuff.
 
The obsidian haze that swept over the dim fluorescence of the exchange district was strangely beautiful, almost sublime if one were to ignore the cruel reality that gripped the sprawling cityscape. Soft streams of yellow and green filtered through the heavy smog and into the blanket of night, illuminating the hidden crests and corners that riddled the streets below the isolated duo. Even above the cloying stench of corruption and crime Ariadne could still hear the chorus of noise pervading Nar Shaddaa. It was inescapable, eternal and even though the young woman smothered the sounds of lost screams, stray bullets and confessions whispered behind closed doors she knew it would never cease until death reaped the tainted moon of all life and anything that riddled its infected veins. She was but another pedestrian in a greater game that ruled Nar Shaddaa but unlike the feeble rodents that scuttled against the moon's breast, Aridane was smart enough to not lay prostate and wait for her end to come.

Seizing power was something but keeping it was another thing entirely. Khaleel helped her and as much as she loathed to admit it the young woman knew he had every right to be perched so high above the rest, in his little bubble of silence.

Plucking a cigarette from the offered packet with little more than quick glance in his direction, the woman promptly lit it before deeply inhaling, the chemicals sending warm embers down her throat and into her lungs. The taste was bitter and the smell was unpleasant, but she never smoked for either of those reasons in the first place. Wisps of scented smoke trailed through canine teeth and crimson lips, swirling into the endless blackness that shielded their heads.

"Busy." Ariadne uttered dryly, tapping the ash into the wind before releasing a deep sigh. Furrowing her brow, the woman quickly reminded herself that the man was worth more than simple one word answers. He was no stranger, unless his time away changed that.

"I have some new people working for me. Young, but not stupid, and eager enough to get out of their homes and up there, away from this mess." She said quietly, taking another drag from the cigarette before rubbing away the chill on her pointed cheekbone. "I've heard from four of the seven I sent out." Ariadne frowned, although her tone remained as detached as ever, almost as if she were relaying a simple shopping list to the man.

It was a strange thing to confess but the worth of her little mice were wholly dependent on their survivability and she wouldn't express any grief at potentially losing three recruits. There were many more where they came from, many more.

"What of you?" A knowing brow cocked in mild curiosity.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]
 
The Admiralty
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[member="Ariadne Van'Shelaq"]

Been through hell and back, quite literally. Managed to negotiate myself into a position of power twice while mostly dealing with a major bluff, it worked out in the end, but sometimes I wonder what I am doing here, ya know? Might even have missed ya in this entire rumble, but just a little bit and stop making that expression.

Fine, lass. Just fine.’ Khal replied smoothly, no traces of any other emotion than wistfulness made apparent, perhaps just the littlest fragment of nostalgia. But that was part of the usual course meeting up in an in a place such as this one, gloomy lights, smoke rising up and twirling across the spires, the relaxing cacophony of the city life beneath and around you.

Was to be expected.

He took note of the people she had lost, greenies probably meant she had sent them on some kind of test slash experiment, meant that it would have been a job too difficult for ‘em to handle. A job that would have ‘em rely on plain luck, meant that the feth ups would be traceable.

Might be he could find those goons, maybe. Was it really needed? Probably not, but it was always fun to mess around with Ari. Even now, with everything that had happened, there was something particularly amusing about pissing her off right good.

Like the good ol’ days.

Been trying to get our kin united again, get ‘em to work together.’

A snort.

Like pulling teeth, these people don’t know the meaning of cooperation.’
 
The taste of tobacco stained the back of the woman's velvety red tongue, the toxic fumes that plumed from her lips whistling through the pointed teeth before billowing into Nar Shaddaa's shadow. Her gaze never left the glimmering face of the city that churned beneath them, auburn eyes tracing the individual branches of light and sound that spread across the tainted jungle like pulsating rivulets. Was this a kingdom or a wasteland? The labyrinth of filth that blossomed with a new massacred melody every waking hour didn't seem to know itself, a thought that frustrated the young woman.

But at least the infamous Underlord was 'fine', whatever that meant anyway. It was lukewarm and satisfactory answer, proof enough that he was hiding something.

Noting his less than exemplary response to her flatly delivered courtesy, the woman did little more than roll her eyes and slowly nod her head at the sound of his heart. Oh yes, the familiar song of that thing did little in hiding the minute shifts in the man's choice of words. As much as Ariadne wanted to call him out on his less than stellar reply she knew it would be a waste of time. If he didn't think something worthy of voicing she'd ignore it, just like she ignored the pulse of his heartbeat. If she learnt anything chasing after the tail of Khaleel it was that patience was her greatest ally, as was her unamused responses to his affection...he seemed to enjoy those.

Peculiar man he was.

"They are your kin, not my kin." Ariadne muttered, clicking her tongue before offering him an exasperated glance. What idealism was driving him to chase after that goal?

"And what is it that Khaleel Malvern hopes to achieve with a band of misfits and murderers?" She sniffed, enjoying the sound of his name bouncing off the tip of her tongue. One of the most powerful men on this godforsaken moon and she knew him, a heartwarming thought if there ever was one.

Brushing a slender hand through her hair, Ariadne turned to glance at him. A fool, he always looked like one...but if he were one she would've left him on his own years ago.
 
The Admiralty
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[member="Ariadne Van'Shelaq"]

Used to be the days that Khaleel fething Malvern, the Bloodless and a dozen of other names they had given him, used to be that he had believed in those pretty words. The optimistic outlook that suggested that he could make things better, if only he would just try his hardest, as said before though.

Some things change, but she hadn’t seen him for a while now. Most folks hadn’t seen him in the flesh for a while, it had become his thing. Ruling from the shadows, keep his face off the books and just play simple bartender.

Had worked out for a while, but ya know the moment that the Ravens feth up a working relationship that a man’s gotta step up and take the responsibility in hand. Which is what Khal did, he wasn’t trying to unite them out of a brotherly love, fatherly or any other family-lovey feelings.

They would need to stick together to survive.

Because at the end of the day they were criminals, some of ‘em were higher up the chain, others were lower. But in the end a fleet of capital ships would wreck all of ‘em into dust all the same, limitations.

Even Prince Xizor only survived because of the Emperor’s patronage, and that had been back in the days of glory. When the Sun had soared high up in the sky and controlled the Underworld with an iron grip.

Cold eyes met hers, held them. It would be then that she would probably realize that her White Paladin had turned… well, grey.

‘Survival.’ Khal finally mentioned. ‘And profit, of course.’

Because profit was just as important in the grand scheme of things.
 
With a flick of her slender fingers, the charred cigarette leaped into the empty oblivion before plummeting down into the streets below. The twinkle of red twirled in the darkness before disappearing completely from view, probably landing in a stream of junk somewhere. Someone would make use of it, suck whatever remnants of the drug was left inside and use the butt as souvenir or something else completely mundane. The people of Nar Shaddaa were resourceful, Ariadne would give them that much, but recent events encouraged such a thing and whatever Khal was planning seemed to play along that very same path.

The woman was curious, if not a bit exhausted at the idea of another great war coming for the tainted moon. Who would it be now? Corrupt sith, wealthy bureaucrats, world eating Titans? The thought alone presented a brief episode of amusement for the woman before she gave proper attention to the man seated next to her.

Staring back at her with eyes filled with a grimness that seemed ill suited to a face often painted with a smile, Khal sat frozen, the wounds of his absence slowly bleeding through the harshness of his gaze. If she were any part of the sentimental and soft creature so many men wished her to be then she may have prodded and poked into his privacy until he surrendered a confession. What he didn't say was just as important as what did escape his lips and the woman kept tabs on how he was carrying himself, how he silently beseeched her to understand whatever point of view he was coming from.

Sighing, the half Firrerreon blinked away the momentary staring contest, pursing her lips before drumming sharply manicured nails against the lip of the roof.

Rap-a-pap-a-pap-a-pap

The sound beat into the night, smothering the sounds of Khal's breathing and the ruckus below.

"How many know of this grand plan of yours?" Ariadne perused with a quirk of her brow, halting the rhythm of her nails as she flicked a stray shard of glass down into the depths below. Another gift for the rats downstairs. "Because profit I can accept, but survival? You'd have to be an idiot to think you can save everyone down there." She uttered sardonically, nodding with her head at those that dwelt beneath them.


[member="Khaleel Malvern"]
 
The Admiralty
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[member="Ariadne Van'Shelaq"]

Everyone? Seemed the love was still under the assumption he was still the same dreaming boyo, wasn’t her fault of course. They hadn’t seen each other in ages since past, and it was true that had he been the same as before? He would have tried to save everyone, work himself to death, burn himself out and in the end fail anyway.

That was the thing about heroes, this ain’t no place for ‘em. This was the place for villains and those that did not really care about affiliation besides the price of the next hit, which was fine, Khal could use both for what was going to go down.

Who was in?

Most of the old guard, those whose families had ruled in the Underworld of Nar Shaddaa for the longest time. They understood what was at stake, they were used to pragmatism and cooperation, they wouldn’t have held the biz so long in their families if they hadn’t. But it was the rest that bothered him, folks that were new in the game- Red Raven-esque people who did not care for the old ways, men and women who only cared for the next bang in the buck.

Ain’t no place for no hero, Khal. Own it.

A few here and there, trusted people.’ did he include her in that list? Was that why they were talking here and now? Or was it a callback to the old times, a push and pull to see if how much Ari had changed since those days.

Not all of ‘em, I am talking about our asses, Ari.’

The asses of those who mattered, the shakers and movers of the Underworld. The ones who would go first if the One Sith ever decided to get in and do a little shake-up of Little Coruscant, it wouldn’t be the poor peddler in the corner who would get fethed.

No… no, it would be them, the ones who held their titles. The Promenade Princess, the Baroness of the Undercity, the King and the Underlord… it would be them.
 
There was a time when Khal had been but another means to an end, another stepping stone in the young woman's bloody ascension to where she was now. Although she'd been significantly more generous with her behaviour than when around others it was still born out of nothing more than pragmatism. Alas, his presence proved more helpful than most and Ari eventually conceded to keeping him around much longer than she initially planned. It was never about sentimentality, it was about survival and as much as she loathed to admit the truthfulness ringing in his words the pale skinned Baroness could not deny the benefits of closing ranks in the face of adversity.

But what adversity exactly? Who was there to fear but her own demons?

The Red Ravens were a scattered mess, the Hutts were still the useless masses of filth they always were and Force knows what happened to the Zann Consortium after the recent events. Even now Khal had only just resurfaced, which admittedly left the young woman with a sliver of relief, but that still wasn't enough to sway her into joining a game with rules she could not bend and control. Ariadne was not the sort to submit to superstitions or conspiracies, even if they were uttered from the lips of someone she trusted.

Our asses.

A lesser woman would have swooned, how enthralling it must've felt to be within the Underlord's inner circle. Such romantic flippancy, however, remained completely neglected by the half Firrerron and she simply raised a brow, the corner of her crimson lips slanting upwards in muted curiosity. It sounded like he was playing for keeps, pooling his resources for whatever great threat would even bother coming to this decrepit corner of the galaxy.

"I'm flattered." Ariadne smirked dryly, wondering just how far this select group of 'trusted' people ended. Was she to be his bride in the inescapable new world order? The thought alone sent light steams of air from her noise, stifled laughter if it was to be labelled anything. Shaking her head, the girl relinquished a tempered sigh before glancing up at the man, the smell of his cologne sticking to her pale skin.

"Well until such a time comes where I'm needed in this...plan of yours, you know where to find me. That is if you remember, I'm sure you do. We can work the specifics out then. " The woman uttered quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her pale visage as her eyes jumped from the man's chest and back up to his face.
 
The Admiralty
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[member="Ariadne Van'Shelaq"]

A slightly tilted head, lips turning upwards showing bemusement, eyes wandering towards her lips before settling back onto her eyes. All indicating that in the grand scheme of things Khaleel remembered a fair bunch of things, her home was one of those things, but he didn’t go into that. Both of them knew that such things would probably never be repeated, a one-off thing, simple pleasure for a night that didn’t extend anywhere else.

She wasn’t the type for that, he had respected that and perhaps he wasn’t such a man anymore either, who really knew these days?

Yeah.’ Khal finally replied, lips returning to a more neutral expression. ‘I will find ya once the time is right.’

A few ponders here and there as he returned to looking out into the open citiscape, there were many things to be said about it, but in the end it was just a scene. A place to fit the nostalgia he was currently experiencing after returning to the real world.

But she hadn’t come here for that or his plans, which brought us back… why is she here?

What brought ya here anyway, Ari.’ It didn't sound like a question.
 
There was a moment of reflective silence, the fleeting remnant of his words billowing into the cool night air before the young woman was left with nothing more but the sound of his heart and the murmuring of the city beneath them. If time were no such a precious commodity then Ariadne might have just stayed put, simply enjoying the relative tranquility the scenario brought her. Thankfully for her, Khaleel was in the minority of individuals she could actually tolerate.

Alas, the purpose of her visit propelled the young woman into tearing away the encroaching stillness and set her thoughts back on to the reason she came.

"I'm looking for someone." She uttered quietly, clenching her jaw before shaking her face of the hair that trickled down her brow. This was an awkward enough request already and determining the proper method of revealing her needs seemed almost impossible. Even though Khal knew her, Ari still felt a fragment of apprehensiveness when discussing matters relating to certain incidences in the past.

The thought alone irked her.

"His trail had gone cold a few weeks ago, assuming he'd left Nar Shaddaa. Either that or someone is hiding him." Ariadne sighed, a fleeting moment of doubt creeping into her typically even voice before she hardened herself once more. The claws that slowly tore away at her fine veneer of self-control did little to hamper her aims, but the memories that danced in the back of her mind mocked the woman with every stern attempt at not receding that far into the past. She was weak then, a caged beast. Now was the time to hunt the last remnant of that era, to dash the very exisance of her prey from the face of the galaxy.

"He's a...liability." An understatement unlike any other.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]
 
The Admiralty
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[member="Ariadne Van'Shelaq"]

Khal tilted his head slightly, almost as if he was listening to something that only he could hear or perhaps something that he shouldn’t be hearing at all. Echoes of a dark past, the slight veneer of the possible and plausible exchanging for the probable and the now, all of that came together in a frown perching on his face and souring the expression.

There were multiple requests one could hear in that little story of her.

Find him.

Deal with him.

Kill him.

Make him regret his existence.

But which one is it? Or is it one that wasn’t passing his mindset right now? What did little Ari want from him? What could Khal offer to her without making it seem like a favor out of pity, what could he give her without strings attached.

Simple answer, nothing.

And so working from that assumption Khaleel Malvern turned into the Underlord, his eyes settled themselves on the horizon, the jaw set in a hardline and he asked the one thing that would set everything in motion from here on out.

Name?

A single world. A single question. And it would change everything from here on out.
 
What was a memory but the cruel and fleeting whisper of time itself?

Moments caught in blood and pain seared themselves into the very roots of Ariadne's mind, summoning the mephistophelian chortles of the demons that haunted her every waking moment. It was the curse that lingered, the laughter that would never stop, not even when the remnants of the spectres that taunted her were dashed into bloodied streets of Nar Shadda. Death was their reward, the final gift given after the days spent fleeing from a woman scorned. They were the bones that she trampled on and the trophies she kept locked behind the frozen facade.

But it was not enough.

Whatever solace the young woman could find in exacting her unholy justice against her transgressors was forever marred by the one that got away. He was the true ghost, eluding her every step like a wraith in the night. A scent would come and go, lifted by the stench that ravaged the rusted depths of the moon before falling into oblivion.

Days

Weeks

Months

Years

A distant heartbeat, a muffled rumour, the trace of a few credits and the silhouette of his figure would haunt her. Ariadne was clawing at the tail of a beast she knew existed and yet could not latch on. For all of her skill and ambition, the Baroness of the Undercity needed the one man she knew could deliver. Even if it costed a sliver of her pride.

"Ivan. I'lladyn. Imri. It's always changing." The young woman echoed, furrowing her brow before looking up at the Khaleel, the briefest flash of uncertainty flickering across her blank facade. "I never saw his face." She snarled quietly, frustrated and bitter.

"All I know is that he was in league with the Zann consortium, used to be important. Human, not mixed…just human. He's been floating through Raven's nests, might have a few friends." Th young woman frowned, swallowing the bile that was beginning got grow in the back of her throat.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]
 
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[member="Ariadne Van'Shelaq"]

Disposal or revenge?’ Khaleel asked calmly, pondering who to give the assignment to. He wasn’t even considering the idea that they wouldn’t be able to find him, everyone was able to be found, you just needed to have the right idea, the right price and the right resources, Khal was in the possession of all the above and then some.

Disposal was easy, they find him? They kill him, quick execution followed by making him disappear into the void without anyone ever being the wiser about it. It would be the preferable option, the one Khal would pick- then again… he wasn’t in her shoes.

Revenge, tho. Find him. Take him

Make him see the errors in his ways and make him wish he was never born. Wouldn’t be the option Khal would choose in this situation, but as said… Ivany didn’t do to him, what he did to Ari.

Wasn’t much more to ponder on about, either way the situation would be dealt with, messy, clean, clinical, long or short. But the Underlord would deliver justice for one of his kin, even if she didn’t consider him as such.

Because that was what it was all about, no? Sheltering those that didn’t want to be sheltered, but needed it anyway.
 
It was a peculiar quandary Ariadne found herself in, considering the simple reason as to why she was hunting down the elusive demon. Coming forward with her need for vengeance felt petty, like a child wanting to get back at their bullies in the playground. For a woman so perpetually disinterested in the comings and goings of those around her it bothered Ariadne that she was getting increasingly caught up in the capture of the man.

Alas, when Khaleel asked his simple question the young woman remained silent, staring out over the expanse of the smouldering city as she lightly drummed her nails against the lip of the rooftop. 'Disposal' was something any hitman worth their credits could do and yet she knew her goals could only be achieved with someone that wouldn't jeopardize her goals.

"Just help me get it done." She whispered, almost meekly, inhaling slowly before combing her slender fingers through the dark tangles of her hair.

Any woman in her position may have wept for some divine justice, offering rewards of great value to have the evil men in their lives vanquished. Ariadne was not like other women however. Even the very notion of coming to Khal with this issue took more than a day's contemplation, a fact that annoyed the woman more than anything else. It felt unnecessary, as if she was opening a window into a world he did not need to venture into. Her past was her own and even if the Underlord was one of the only individuals who possessed a semblance of understanding as to why she was so adamant Ariadne still couldn't bring herself to offer him anything more than a glimpse.

A glimpse was enough, or so she concluded.

"Make him bleed." Was all she uttered, her voice devoid of anything other than her steely resolve. She knew Khal could deliver, that much was for sure.

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]
 
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[member="Ariadne Van'Shelaq"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The cigarette fell down, smoking embers cascading into the shadows beneath. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Done.” the Underlord would answer, and there wasn’t anything more to it than that, because that was the thing with kin you helped them even when they didn’t want your help. You didn’t talk about it, you didn’t press the fact in their face or otherwise made them regret coming to you.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They came, you helped.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Others might have tried to utilize this deal of hers, try and push for their own agendas. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Am I not helping you? Why don’t you help me now?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But Khal wasn’t like all those others, might be the reason why he knew were she made her home without having his throat cut, might be the reason why she was willing - barely even - to come to him right now for his assistance.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Scratch of the chin and then a shrug.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“You will know when it’s done.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Wasn’t really much to say from his side, he had done his duty of his position. It tired him sometimes, execute vengeance and justice upon those that hurt his men and women, wore on the soul in some ways. But perhaps that was the entire point of it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]If it was easy for you, you wouldn’t be the right person for the job.[/SIZE]
 
A low sigh escaped through the ivory canines set behind the crimson lips, the whistling sound trailing off into the inky oblivion above their heads as the young woman trained her hawkish gaze on the glowing haze below her.

"Good." Was all she whispered, the word bursting forth into the silence and breaking the momentary contemplative mood. There was little in the way of Ariadne emoting her relief, why even offering the man a sideways glance was proof enough that she was pleased with the result. Whatever glee or thankfulness a normal woman would have shown was lost on the dark haired Baroness, the near permanent scowl on her face only softening once his confirmation was voiced.

A second passed, pointed nails drumming into the durasteel roof before auburn eyes flickered over to the lone man.

His heart was steady and the smell of tobacco lingered, clouding the nearby vicinity. There was no doubt she'd return to the Cabal smelling like Khal and cheap cigarettes, although at this point the young woman did not care. She'd achieved what she hoped to and lingering in the doubt that trickled into her conscious was something the young half Firrerreon did not want, at all. Khal would deliver, that much she knew. He was, after all, well known for his professionalism and had proven, on more than one occasion, that he could deliver results where others would not. Sending a cheap assassin to deal with her prey was a risk not worth taking. The infamous Underlord on the other hand...he possessed merits worthy of her attention.

The thought alone summoned the shadow of a grin to slip over her mouth.

"This was fun. I'll be seeing you soon." Ariadne uttered in a matter-of-fact voice, offering the man a faint smirk before hoisting herself upwards and stepping away from the lip of the roof. With one final glance at bleeding veins of Nar Shaddaa and the lone, tobacco scented benefactor the young woman swiveled on the heels of her boots before disappearing into the shadow of the night, sweet thoughts of revenge playing the mutilated labyrinth of her mind.

FIN

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]
 

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