Chance Encounters

[Kira Corsai]

It wasn't her favorite place in the galaxy, but trips to Dubrillion seldom disappointed when it came to business needs. The ore rich economy driven by the asteroid belt and the barren sister world Destrillion pushed wealth and opulence all over the lush planet. Dubrillion was a place where the rich flaunted their money in an attempt to compete with the lavishness of the crown who ruled the far flung planet.

That meant that the House of Corsai would have plenty of business up the Veragi Trade Route, the flow of luxury items from all over the galaxy flowing to the sleek cities of Dubrillion.

Her meetings were mostly over now, as Kira looked out of her hotel room at the ocean view in the distance. Tourists flooded the beaches and boardwalks, but she had no interest in joining them. She was getting rather bored.

She had one more meeting in the morning then she could be off. She was feeling mischievous though. She did not have her armor here, this was no trip for Sinistra. No, this was cover work. Corsai interests to be forwarded so that she could get someone inside the monarchy. It would take time. But it needed to be started now.

She sighed and headed out of the room to the street below.

The dinner rush was happening and buskers were performing for the crowds as she mingled among them, watching the crowds and occasionally, pausing in her walk to act on her devious urges. An accidental elbow here, and shove in a crowd there.

As a general rule of thumb, she didn't really like people. She kinda thought the populace of any world to be utterly uesless except for fodder. The larger the group, the less educated the seemed to be. It was as if past a certain population density, that intelligence became despised and a glorious lack of civility and refinement exploded.

Perhaps that was why when she was bored, she tended to go out and treat them like the idiots she felt they were.

Having found a street vendor for a truly superb taco, she stood watching a group watching a juggler.

Circling through the crowd was a pickpocket, using the distraction of the juggler to make off with errant creds and comlinks, whatever he could easily pick.

With Sinistra giggling in her head, Kira flicked her fingers and the pickpocket fell into someone, his stolen goods splayed out on the ground. The outrage was palpable and now, the disguised Sith Lord could watch a street fight while she happily ate her dinner.

Far more entertaining than the juggler for sure.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Ryn'Dhal had been on-world for a few days. He'd run down a lead, attempting to locate his 'brother', who'd been missing for over a month now. Strained, stressed, and frustrated, the young Knight skulked the streets, seeking a new lead, considering the one that initially lured him to this world.... well, suffice to say it did not pan out so well. Ryn didn't kill the guy at least. But, this anger, this rage.... It's been harder to keep suppressed and quelled lately.

He had finally given up searching for a bit, desiring instead for some mental release. Some, simple, almost mindless entertainment, to ease his troubled mind. There were performers on the streets, musicians, dancers, painters, and even a juggler. Ryn paused, silently observing the juggler, mildly impressed that this human, not a near-human, was performing so admirably, and without the assistance of the Force. He contemplated contributing a credit-chit to the performer. Then, he caught a sensation. Ill-intent....

A gloved hand slowly moved towards his side, before catching the wrist of a young boy. Looking down into terrified eyes, an almost imperceptible shake of his head would be given to the youth, who promptly scampered off. Sighing, attention returned to the juggler, before tossing a credit-chip into his collection tin, followed by a slow, idle meandering away towards some varied food venders. Most people tended to give him a wide berth, his smooth, almost completely featureless masked helmet more than moderately unsettling. His Force Presence was, to almost all by the best practitioners of Force Sense, non-existent.

After examining a few menus, he was almost ready to make a selection, when across the street, he saw the pickpocket had returned, there by the juggler. Huffing a sigh, and giving a disappointed shake of his head, he observed the little thief making a decent haul. Then, he felt a sudden flare of the Dark Side, simultaneously with the boy falling flat, his spoils scattering about him. While the people across the street started yelling, causing a small scene, Ryn's attention was elsewhere.

A simple, but pretty, mostly unassuming woman. She was the source of that sudden flare up. Had he not been so close in proximity, with how little of a use of the Force her telekinesis was for her, he wouldn't have ever noticed. Right place right time? Right place wrong time? Wrong and wrong? He wasn't sure.... But all he knew, was she did that to that boy. And her presence was similar to that woman back on Coruscant.....

He moved somewhat closer to the woman, and spoke softly, just loud enough for his soothing, melodic voice could be heard by only her, while everyone else watched the drama across the street unfold. "Well.... that was unfortunate for him...."

[member="Kira Corsai"]​

 

[Kira Corsai]

"indeed," she replied almost absentmindedly, taking another bite of the taco in her little brown paper tray. The relish was fresh and the juice had run down the back of her hand, her eyes still on the unfolding commotion as she turned her head and licked it off.

She swallowed the bite in her mouth before her eyes flashed to the helmeted one standing next to her. They both seemed to be fairly well stealthed except for the little release she had made to push the pickpocket. Her presence was like a whisper of smoke chased away by the breeze, dissipated and then gone, leaving only her beguiling smile behind.

"Boy should learn his lesson. Petty cons are never worth the risk."

The last of the taco disappeared into crimson lips and she finished the last mouthful as she wiped her hands, tossing the paper tray and soiled napkins in a bin. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the neck of a bottle, a cruddy beer that was supposed to be light and good for street food. It washed the taste of the dinner out of her mouth and came out slightly better than a water. She turned to walk away, casting a last glance over her shoulder at the masked man and the petty thief. Her fun here was done for the moment, but perhaps there was more to be had someplace else.

"You coming?"

She didn't quite know what compelled her to invite him along, but something was niggling at her on the edge of her periphery. Something she couldn't put a finger on yet.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]