Private Bones of a good weapon

[Kain Aldore]

Aldoure Systems - Correllia
Tag: Kaila Irons

Correllia. It was wet most of the time. The small shop that belonged to Kain and his Zabraki friend who so graciously funded what they did. Was situated in one of the planets many space ports. It had two landing pads, and the room to land anything the size of a light freighter, or smaller. Thanks to the Zabraki benefactor and co-owner it had a good spot, not too far from the main space port, but not the slums either.

It's entrance was along a back alley that sold all kinds of food. The smell was the best part about visiting the shop.

Kain had just done the unthinkable. One of the hangers space had been taken up by medical supplies he'd ripped from the Diarchy. The guy was restless and the stasis had been playing with his head. No matter how he looked at it, doing this had been insane, but all of those supplies were going to non-force sensitive people, people who were suffering because of the wars within the galaxy. Kain thought he'd been done with it after the Second Great Hyperspace War. But here he was. Playing steal from the rich, give to the poor. What an idiot.

Now the young man was sitting in his shop on a stool, tinkering with a power cell for a swoop bike, waiting for his contact in Black Sun to hand the goods off to. This was his meditation, hands covered in grease. And his mind focused on the machine.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Disguise
Tag: Kain Aldore

Kaila still saw Serenno in her dreams.

War with the Diarchy had not been what she expected. The false sith lacked in experience but their stubborn resistance had cost her more than she cared to admit, and the secrets revealed to her that day were...

She shook the thought from her head.

The young Darth kept her head low, Golden eyes aglow in the dim alley, searching for that shop. Tracking the owners down the grape vine had been easier than she expected in that they weren't so careful in hiding their plans to steal from the Diarchy, but finding them personally, that was another tale.

She looked like any other ruffian in the Corellian underworld; masked in a respirator, cloaked in a poncho which hung about her flight suit from one shoulder, veiling one whole side of her body. She fit into the underworld well, knew enough to act the part much as look it. That sort of experience had gotten her on their trail eventually, connection after connection.

But she wasn't here to collect a price on somebody's head nor to duel with pistols.

She was here to ask one simple question; why.

"Hello?" greeted Kaila as she ducked into the shop.

Her voice was muffled, but relatively young, with an accent that was certainly core world influenced but difficult to place.

"Where might I find the owner of this establishment?"

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[Kain Aldore]

Tags: Kaila Irons

Kain was still head first in the power cell. He'd managed to free the housing and connect the fresh coupling. It was a small job, but it kept the doors open. He was also the only person in the shop. So when someone walked in his head whipped around like he was in a cockpit. She'd made him jump back and nearly fall off the stool. Catching the power cell before it rolled away, muttering something under his breath, then nodding towards her voice.

"One sec!" He stood up fully now, walking back from the lift. It was a small shop at the front. Nothing really on sale, more of a reception area and a kiosk to make orders for when he was away. He passed through the large ray-shield gate that separated the store front from the swoop lift, several toos crates, and rear exit to the landing pad.

Kain pulled the glove off of his hand, placing it in on the table beside him, before walking over to her. He was lean and of average height for a human. Young and looked the part of a flyboy. Black flight suit with the top rolled up like a canvas around his hip. Black tank-top on his torso with a brown leather jacket atop it that looked much older than him.

"That'd be me. Unless of course you're here to tell me I botched a job, or I've gotta kid I never knew about. Name's Kain."

He gave her an oddly disarming smile. No weapons visible, but to the right eye it looked like there was something hidden beneath his bomber jacket, yet even when he saw her eyes radiate that signature orange glow, he kept that smile on his face.

He'd hidden himself well enough when he left the order. Plus ten years on ice? He figured she wasn't here for a scrap, and more than likely just needed some parts. Besides he knew several subspecies of human, maybe it was genetic? "What can I help ya with?"

Sure. He had several dozen stolen crates of supplies on his landing pad too. But that'd gone off so well the Hutt's would have been impressed. So again he pushed any thought of danger out of his head, and instead opted to just offer his help.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Disguise
Tag: Kain Aldore

She narrowed her eyes on the shield gate.

There was movement, chaotic, someone falling maybe?

It wasn't until she heard a reassuring voice that the disguised Darth understood nothing was wrong. No enemies in the shadows, just a man who wasn't expecting company just yet. He was fairly typical of most Corellian's she'd known, when he did appear. Disarming smile, athletic enough to get in and out of trouble, no hesitation nor fear in his eye that she could tell.

If he wasn't Corellian, he sure fit in.

Kaila for her part was just barely shorter, but amazonian in build, more muscular than most women and even many men.

And yet she moved with a practiced calm, feigning ease whilst leaning against the wall.

"That'd be me. Unless of course you're here to tell me I botched a job, or I've gotta kid I never knew about. Name's Kain."

"Oh not at all." she stifled a chuckle.

"Friends call me Ronin."

It was an older code name of hers, but nobody had cracked it yet.

"And I came more so to congratulate you on a job well done, actually."

She folded her arms in a way meant to disarm concerns of a weapon, so that he may see both her gloved hands.

Always gloved.

"Let's just say that we've a common interest, and it's made me... curious."

"Might we talk business somewhere?"

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[Kain Aldore]

Tags: Kaila Irons

He'd been staring at her, her frame, how she stood. Not ogling. Reading. The subtle shifts, her warrior toned body. Kain had seen enough to know that wasn't something that was obtained just through hard work. She was a fighter. He still hadn't put himself on edge. If he had a credit for every time someone walked into his place with a body to match hers. Well he'd have like five credits, but still not the first time.

"Nice to meet you, Ronin..." The name was what gave him pause. He was nobody, usually. So when she gave him a name that was clearly one meant to be a cover, he just looked at her again with a raised sarcastic brow. Then came the truth of her visit.

Job well done. Kain however, even if he wasn't born here, loved sabacc as much as the next correllian. His poker face held for a moment. "Not every day someone congratulates me before telling me what I-" No. Somehow he could tell, it was that little voice in his head that said lying is the last thing he'd pull off right now.

She wasn't his Black Sun contact. That he'd known. But there was a chance she'd wanted to line up another job, and as long as the pretext was humanitarian in nature he'd be on board.

He let out a sigh and there was a subtle shake to his his head. That damn notice had gotten to every lowlife in the outer rim, and now it led someone clearly a bit more than just a lowlife right to his door. This is why he stuck to smuggling. "Common interest? Funny way of describing grand theft and the possibility of being turned into a wall decoration. I take it you're not here to sell me life insurance either." He took a deep breath as the smile faded. He pivoted on the ball of his heel. His right hand tightened and he used the turn to conceal the movement of his saber under his jacket, a nervous tick just to make sure it was still there. Then, for now. Kain looked passed her. His other hand came up and with a flick, the lock on the panel engaged.

"Yeah... hanger." He finished the turn as he led Ronin through the shop, then through the bay where he'd done most of his smaller work, and finally through a singular blast door that exited to the dual hangers. He'd been looking back every once in a while, judging the weight of her step, her gait. This was just great. His ship was parked in one of the hangers, outside the ramp were the goods covered in a tarp. Kain then leaned against a busted gonk droid and nodded. Now waiting to see if this would turn into an attempt on his life, something lucrative, or fizzle out entirely.