Blanketed Faces

[Jeron Verity]

The HoloNet message had requested a Galactic Alliance contact to be met, no names were specified, on either side. Only a few messages were sent back and forth to figure out a meeting location and time. The message had noted it was of importance and desperation, and may save lives, and offered exchange of information. Not much more was said as any messages sent back out to the anonymous sender were never responded to, and the date for the meeting was coming up... The anonymous contact would be there, but would the Alliance member that was contacted show, send a representative, or not come at all? The final line in the message had read "The Contact will recognize, 'The lines are blurred'"


[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]




A man with dark brown hair was leaning against a wall next to an alley way. Just slightly away from the local marketplace but still within reach as commoners were still around. He was dressed in smuggler gear, similar to some of the merchants and passer-bys around. A blaster pistol on his hip, tight jacket on his torso, and rough, gruffed up pants to match his dirtied appearance. But he wasn't the only rogue-looker around, it could be a trap, or it could just be a needle in a haystack to find the Contact.

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omktVIJD0iA​

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The underworld of Vandelhelm, now in GA space​

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Following a rather spectacular dominion of Vandelhelm, Thanewulf had but a few days to recover from the wounds she suffered while flying atop an X-wing through a flurry of enemy fire. She used the time off to catch up on sleep, played dejarik with Bastion and generally engaged in all those activities she missed as full time member of The Grid. When she was well enough to stand and walk, she recieved a message through an encrypted channel reserved for communication between members of GA Intelligence.

The message was cryptic, with nothing but coordinates of a rendes-vouz point. At first, she suspected someone hacked past the Partisans, a group of hackers that designed comm encryption for the Alliance. But no, the message was genuine.

Clad in dark brown leather tight-fitting jumpsuit, Tionne raced through the streets of lower levels of Vandelhelm, atop a black speeder bike. On her back, the crest of the Galactic Alliance, imprinted into thick leather. A gift from members of the Red Squadron, to commend her efforts in securing space around the planet. Besides, Bastion always said he'd pay good money any day to see her in spandex.

Her mind was blank as she let the Force guide her through the labyrinth of alleys and passages, past shady establishments of various kinds. She then descended further down and parked near a neon-illuminated brothel, disembarking from the speeder as if it was a warhorse. She then plucked the helmet from her head, revealing a long ginger braid that swung across her back. The Jedi woman scanned the perimeter, in search of some sort of sign, if she was to be recognized...

[member="Galven Solomon"]

 

[Jeron Verity]

Within the alleys and backroads, the areas seemed darker, whether it was the shadows or the cold silence, either way it was known that this was a heavy criminal district, the only place the Contact really could be so no one would ask questions, or the right question. He didn't have a clear idea of who he was meeting, his orders were vague, not many names were given, some faces were known... Some faces known because he found them. This person was probably only going to be known in rumors, no interest given until now.

Onlookers and passersby gave the obvious GA woman looks, some leaving the area. The Contact, in noticing the GA symbol, and the decently crafted speeder, gave a good, hard look. This might be who he was to meet, but he didn't know, and he had to be careful, his boss didn't want him to get killed. But he had an inkling it would be, so if he caught her eye, he'd give a strong stare. Determined, not perverted, an analyzing stare, but he wouldn't move.

Some men that were dressed similar looked up at him, then back at the woman, their intentions unknown, or maybe just trying to get an earful of what may transpire.

 

[Jeron Verity]

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"] (Forgot tag)