Private Chasing Criminals

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol
Outfit: Casual
Tag: Jacen Breska

She had been robbed.

Well, what she had intended to steal got stolen before she could grab it. Thus, Eira had been robbed. And she was outraged at this theft. A Jedi artefact that held some knowledge in a holocron had been reacquired by some criminals who fled to Nar Shaddaa. Robbing her of her chance to murder a crew of Alliance officers and steal the holocron, Eira had made a whole plan out and selected her weaponry and even had the Sith Assassin attire prepped to go so that she could make her intimidating stance. However, now she was wearing something more casual, more fitting for a Nar Shaddaa setting. Less nightmare horror and more gothic criminal. It was a vibe that Eira liked but was displeased that her plans had been disrupted.

But life seemed to throw objects in her path. Searching all of Nar Shaddaa was going to be a drag since it was too populated and crowded. A far cry from the quiet life of reading and training that Eira had been surrounding herself with. As she stepped off the ramp, Eira stretched her limbs and looked around, seeing the busy streets and massive skyscrapers. It was what she imagined Coruscant to be like. Smelly, crowded and leaving a weird metallic taste to the air. Polluted and filtered to hells and back. Eira could already tell that this was not a world that she wanted to live or own when the Sith Order finally extended its reach down this way.

Checking the time, Eira had arranged for a soldier to support her on the mission. Someone that wouldn't steal credit from her but also help in locating the object and dealing with the criminals. Eira would normally feel confident but Nar Shaddaa was an environment she was unfamiliar with and she did not have much experience in handling organised criminal elements that could escape her. It made sense to put feelers out so she could have support in obtaining the holocron to be brought back to the Sith.

All she wondered was when to expect this soldier to arrive, fearing it would be some incompetent grunt whose aim was worst than their intelligence.

 

[Jacen Breska]

RIGHTFULLY STOLEN​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Civilian Clothes
EQUIPMENT:HG-88 Hand Cannon
C-11 Combat Knife
LOCATION: :: NAR SHADDAA ::
TAG: Eira Dyn

With station came benefits. Namely, priority choice for missions. The most sought after of which led outside of the Blackwall. First choice of these missions was worth whatever danger his job typically put him in. Any opportunity to see the greater galaxy, Jacen took it. Such was the case with the mission to Nar Shaddaa.

It wasn't a drop. So many of his missions these days weren't. It was assisting a Sith in tracking down and recovering some stolen item from some criminals. It was sent through as top priority, so Jacen nabbed it as soon as it appeared before someone else could have, and quickly spirited away to Nar Shaddaa.

The planet was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. A bustling metropolis with constant movement and bright lights everywhere you looked. It was the perfect place to disappear. It was also the perfect place to be a criminal. Still, though, he was surprised anyone would have stolen something from a Sith. Perhaps they didn't know who they were dealing with.

Jacen, on the other hand, did. More then once he questioned himself about why he was assisting one of them before he reminded himself of his purpose. There were two prevailing reasons, one it got him out of the Blackwall for a bit and two it helped him gain perspective. He'd already met one Sith Lord who defied his expectations, what if he met a second? It was worth a shot. What's the worst that could happen? He was dead already.

Jacen arrived very lightly equipped onto Nar Shaddaa. Only bringing civilian clothing, a pistol, and a knife. Anything more risked drawing extra attention to himself. And if past experiences taught him anything, if he needed more then what he was bringing he deserved to lose the fight.

Departing the ship, he head towards where his mission info said his Sith contact was and waited. As was typical, he didn't know exactly who he was meeting with, but he knew where to meet them. And he knew the tell-tale Sith signs to look out for. He wondered if his contact had been given a quick description of him. Black hair, blue eyes, a line tattooed under his left eye. Otherwise, they'd probably have some way of identifying him. And he felt he'd know who he was looking for as soon as he saw them.


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[Eira Dyn]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol
Outfit: Casual
Tag: Jacen Breska

Eira spotted the soldier and let out a long, annoyed sigh. He seemed to either not spot her or making no efforts to be the one to approach her. Meaning that Eira had to make the effort, something she was not thrilled to do so. However, before she stormed over, she thought about attempting a friendlier approach. One where she was polite and spoke softly. Maybe he assumed that she would want to introduce herself first and be the welcoming face or be the clear voice in charge from the jump. There were plenty of non-insulting reasons for Eira to walk over and be more positive than she had been in the past with people.

Then Eira stormed over with an annoyed expression on her face.

She couldn't help it. She was annoyed and no attempts to think of reasonable justifications help alleviate that frustration she felt. Eira walked over to the soldier, she placed her hands on her hips and gave a very clear look up and down him to assess him. "I am the Sith that requested aid. My name is Eira." Annoyingly, the acolyte held no titles or status that she could use to demand a title to be used instead of her name. But looking at the soldier, she could tell that he seemed capable and if she needed him to be a distraction he would likely survive or use his good looks to work. At least she hoped he would be capable of using them.

"The criminals had a base, when I did a scan previously, it was fortified with a couple dozen armed guards and potentially more." Eira stated, figuring she might as well give the reasoning for needing the assistance, there was only so many people she could handle in a fight as well as the issue of the vault. "Any good with slicing or breaking locks?" Eira asked, her blood red eyes locking with Jacen's as she attempted to figure out his capabilities and limitations, how they would match well with what Eira was capable of doing as well.

 

[Jacen Breska]

RIGHTFULLY STOLEN​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Civilian Clothes
EQUIPMENT:HG-88 Hand Cannon
C-11 Combat Knife
LOCATION: :: NAR SHADDAA ::
TAG: Eira Dyn

Okay so maybe he didn't know exactly what to look for. As she approached, he found himself staring. She was gorgeous, as Sith apparently often tended to be, but had those eyes. Red eyes. Crimson. And all black clothing.

Weird eyes and black clothing.

He furrowed his brow, then looked down at his own clothing. He had really blue eyes and wore all black.

I refuse to give Lirka Ka any amount of satisfaction by entertaining the thought I'm Sith, he thought to himself, blue eyes ain't weird. They're comforting.

What a far cry away from the Tsis'kaar agent on Trenwyth. Jacen couldn't help but chuckle. No tact nor concern about who may be hearing their conversation, no confirmation he was indeed her guy. Just 100% confidence. He couldn't help but respect it.

"My Lady Eira," he said, giving a slight bow. If she wasn't concerned about hiding her identity, smart money would be on observing all the little nuances and decorum afforded her station as one of the Sith. Lest he offend the woman. He similarly looked her over. The thought remained on why anyone would think it wise to steal from her, "Jacen," he said simply. He felt there was no need to recite his designation, nor his surname. Not out here, beyond the Blackwall., then listened to her as she relayed the mission details to him.

"Couple dozen huh?" Jacen whistled appreciatively. Perhaps he should have brought more impressive weaponry. When she asked him if he was any good at slicing or breaking locks, he shook his head, "'Fraid not," he said with a shrug ,"But one of them will be. We'll get your thing back, my lady. No muss no fuss."

The sights and sounds of Nar Shaddaa drew his attention away again, "wow, what a place," he found himself saying, "I kinda hate it, honestly. Too busy. Too..." he spun his hand around in a circle, "...much." He locked his eyes back on hers, "sorry. Anyway, yeah. How d'you want to handle this, my lady? Guns blazing? A more tactical approach? Whichever you decide, I'm with you. We'll see it done, grab the thing, be on our way back inside the blackwall before you start to miss it."

He shook his head, "Not that anyone misses it."

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[Eira Dyn]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol
Outfit: Casual
Tag: Jacen Breska

The man was staring at her, his blue eyes the polar opposite to her red, staring at her. Eira was not that surprised, she had found many men staring at her as she grew older, her beauty becoming more apparent. It was something she had long since decided to be her tool, a way to ensure she could obtain compliance and obedience since people who enjoyed her beauty were willing to do things for her to ensure they could keep seeing it. It was something Eira took note of in case the man found himself too distracted from the mission she wanted them to do.

When he gave her a title, a smirk broke on her lips, pleased to see the man was smart enough to know how to introduce himself. A short nod of her head gave all the approval she was willing to provide in this moment. "Well met, Jacen." A touch of familiarity without the needs for rank, a taste of how it would be were she a friend to him. It meant little to her, but could be useful. Depending on how competent he proved himself to be. Eira was eager to see it.

"Disappointing." Eira stated at the lack of slicing or hacking this soldier had, but not unsurprising, "the thing, it is called a holocron. It is a cube, blue in colour and it contains knowledge tied to the Jedi. Remember this, I do not repeat myself." Eira gave the information since it would be useless to have him on board with the mission if he had no clue what it was that she was looking for.

She tilted her head when she noticed him getting distracted right away, "don't get out much, huh?" Eira stated in a cool tone, not mocking or degrading, curious what he could see in a cesspool like this. "Tactical is best, neither of us are wearing armour and I am guessing you aren't hiding any bigger weapons than that pistol on you." Eira did not judge him for this, she did not state she needed a soldier in full armour with the best weapons they had available. Tactical gave her a chance to flex her assassin skills a little more.

"Hopefully you are good with stealth, I am thinking, we can sneak in part of the way. Maybe then we can grab a couple guards and still their attire." It was plain and simple hiding in plain sight but she thought with this bunch of criminals it would work.

 

[Jacen Breska]

RIGHTFULLY STOLEN​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Second Legion Armor
EQUIPMENT:HG-88 Hand Cannon
C-11 Combat Knife
LOCATION: :: NAR SHADDAA ::
TAG: Eira Dyn

"Holocron, cube, blue in color, jedi knowledge." He nodded his head, "check."

Easy, simple to remember. Find a blue cube. If she needed to repeat herself when the instruction was that clear and the object that distinct Jacen deserved to work in his own tibanna station on Bespin. He could remember this.

"don't get out much, huh?"

He shook his head, "No, my lady, I don't. I take every opportunity I can. It's a big galaxy, I want to see all of it."
Jacen looked around again, taking in the sights, "It's interesting to see how the rest of the galaxy lives without the Empire. Stinks." He shook his head again, "too much chaos," he gestured to the fluorescent lights above them, a marriage of colors that didn't work. A war of warm and cool palettes only designed to attract attention. Like beggars with a business.

He preferred the more monochrome advertising of the Empire, at least Bespin, on Breska station. Maybe his father just didn't want to allow the people to pollute his night time view.

Still, compared to the chaos outside the blackwall, the order of it all was nostalgic. He pointed up to the lights, trying to find the words to explain how he felt, "Like uh, the lights. Too much. Like a flashbang of colors every time you look up," he looked down and gestured around them, "the people, all going where ever, no order just...pushing past people. And the noise..." he covered his ears, "Battle isn't this noisy."

He pulled his hands away and chuckled, "anyway back to it, yeah. Uh...." he lifted a boot up, "I have a knife in there too. I can be as quiet as you like, never fire a shot if things go right."

He liked her plan, and nodded along until she mentioned stealing a couple guards clothing. "If we manage to find a couple of guards who happen to have our body types meandering together I'll be over the moon. Otherwise, my lady, you may have to make do with overly baggy clothing."

He looked at her, and suppressed a smile.

Not that she'd look bad at all...but he wasn't about to say that out loud. Not yet.

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[Eira Dyn]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol
Outfit: Casual
Tag: Jacen Breska

Nodding her head, Eira was pleased that he accepted the simple descriptions, it was a good sign that he was determined to listen. When answering her question about getting out, looking around at the stink and chaos that he described Nar Shaddaa as having, Eira chuckled. "No worse than Coruscant or Jutrand I suppose. But yes, it is a depressing world to be a part of."

"Sounds like you need to be a farmer boy then. Though the smells aren't much better, just animal stink over humanoid stink." Eira mentioned, she was never a fan of the smells and life of living on a farm when she was growing up. But city life wasn't a paradise either, libraries though... Books, knowledge and isolation. That was a comfort for her. At least it had been for a bit.

Eira smirked, "the noise works in our favour. It means that we can fight without being heard and that we can talk without fears of being overheard." It wasn't a guarantee since Eira knew there were going to be others that would attempt to listen in, use the knowledge overheard to gain favours. But nothing they were discussing Eira felt was dangerous with others overhearing.

"Good. Stealth is a priority, at least until the holocron is retrieved." Eira stated, how they exited from the building was not as much of a concern for Eira. She knew the priority was getting the holocron and living, everything else was fluid and flexible. "I can manage baggy clothes. Making sure we remain undetected till we reach the vault is a primary concern. Unless you have a better suggestion for getting into the vault?" Her sharp eyes narrowed, keeping a lock on Jacen.

She did not care if he offered a better solution to their problem or if he held an idea that would be more effective once talked through. But she was ready to dismiss him if he offered nothing but criticisms to her ideas with none of his own.