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.

 

[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

Jacen couldn't hold back the laugh, "Farming? Too...eh...Mundane?" Jacen gave a full-body shiver, as if the word itself left dirt under his nails, "I don't think I could ever. I'd rather go home and run the family business." Anything would be better then something so...civilian. Farming was peasant work. Even if he wasn't a soldier, Jacen was much better then that.

"...is this no worse than Coruscant?" Jacen had never been there. But he had to believe the Alliance was, at the very least, better then criminals when it came to managing their worlds. And Coruscant was the galactic capital. He hated to think of such a symbol being so...disgusting.

She made a fair point. With all this chaos it was easy to do something and have no one be the wiser. It was part of why Jacen hated it, he realized. So many variables, so many uncontrollables. But they'd be fools to not use everything they could to their advantage. For the purposes of being quiet, this was perfect.

"I'm sure you can manage baggy clothes my lady," He said with a nod, noting her sharp gaze, "I don't have a better suggestion. If it works for you, it works for me."

She was intimidating, but she didn't throw her weight around over him. It was refreshing. It seemed to him as if she was still trying to get the measure of him, but he wasn't worried. He'd show her how good at his job he was, and it was time to show it now.

Jacen clapped his hands together, "Well, time is short. Who knows what dastardly things they plan to do with your fancy cube. Best off and go get it, yes?" He looked around, down the many possible paths they could take, and remembered he didn't know where they were going. He turned back to her with a sheepish expression, "Uhm. Well, after you, I think, my lady."

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[Eira Dyn]

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

It was interesting. He mocked the only life she knew before joining the Sith. But she felt nothing, there was no shame in her that it had been the first mention that was so rudely turned down. But she did not feel angry like she had been attacked. There was an understanding in her, it was a reflection upon how she saw the lifestyle.

But part of her also felt a little empty. Like she had lost part of her in realising all this.

"Family business. Lucky to have that option. Sounds like someone came from money." Eira stated, with the attitude of someone who did not. Which was not true, but appearing as an orphan, seeing her family and their wealth as something either dead or gone. It was easier and it was safer for her. "Gangs ruling. Supposed Jedi and good guys having failed to take control of the world. Allowing people to suffer as long as they don't have to be seen from the penthouses?" Her eyes shifted over to the towering skyscrapers that surrounded them.

Turning back to Jacen, "this is another world that displays the flaws of capitalism and greed. No different to Coruscant. Do you think the Jedi are saving lives in the lower levels? Preventing the starvation of children? Or are they doing as the rich senators tell them? Go fight wars, make sure the military industry get continuous funding and support." Eira was not that bothered by politics but she did see it as another weapon, one mostly used by those with no powers in the Force. It was surprisingly powerful from what she had seen.

The rich could shape this galaxy massive.

When he admitted that he had no further ideas on how to approach, there was a slight glance of disappointment since she was curious to see how much of a thinker he was. Or if he would just be a yes man. Jacen seemed more of the latter but sometimes that was important. Stepping forward, Eira made her way forward. "Smart, it is this way," Eira pointed out as she moved forward. "Tell me your service record, what missions you have been on, what sort of soldier you are." Eira went with a blunt, upfront approach in figuring out who he was.

It was a demonstration of her intrigue in him, but how he framed the information and talked to her, that would provide insight that she was curious about. There was also the added benefit that it would fill the silence as they made their way to the location since it was not a spot that was close by. She didn't think being that brazen would be smart.

 

[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

Jacen scoffed. "Not really an option anymore, to be honest," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. But then, Jacen hesitated. The family business. The idea used to mean something. Now it was just a door closed behind him.

"Don't have that money anymore. Family disowned me when I joined the military."

He felt a twinge of sadness in his chest. Part of him wanted to go home, a big part, and see his mother and father again. But he would never be allowed, or accepted, again. His father had made that clear. Jacen was a mistake, a disappointment to the name Breska. He forced the feeling down and put on a smile, "No biggie. I'm here now, serving. That's what matters."

The quick exposition on how the Jedi treated their worlds came a bit as a shock to Jacen. He did not know much of the antithesis to the Sith, but he thought they'd be more compassionate. However, he knew how corrupt and weak the Alliance was, so that their own Sith types were similarly corrupt and weak? The shock dissipated almost as quickly as it arrived.

"I just guess I'd think...what with Coruscant being what it is they'd care more. I guess it doesn't surprise me they don't."

That glance of disappointment was something Jacen caught on to. It was one he'd seen enough. He said nothing, as he nodded at her and allowed her to lead the way. He didn't care to speculate what had caused it. It wasn't important, what was important was the mission, getting it done, and staying alive. There'd be time for coffee afterwards.


"Sure, service record. Kicked out of the Imperial Officer's Academy for being too much of a free thinker and ego issues. Trying to rein that in. Served as part of a planetary defense force on a border world where our garrison was attacked, I was the only survivor. Dropped on Woostri with thirty odd other such 'sole survivors' as a fun game, survived. Since then? Fought starweirds, fought monster robots, fought a factory that was alive, dropped on several planets, fought on several planets." He cocked his head to the side, "I'm usually the squad leader, the one calling the shots." He gazed at her as she walked, "but I know better then to disagree with someone such as yourself, My Lady."
He paused, contemplating whether or not to continue. He decided, finally, it might be worth it, and began speaking again steadily, "Served as a guard overseeing the tithing for the third legion a while back. Watched one of your Black robed friends seriously injure an entire squad of troopers. Just for doing their jobs. So I tend to play things close to the chest when it comes to...people like you, my lady."

Survival instincts. Perhaps she'd understand, at least. Or perhaps his body would be one of countless others tossed in a dumpster somewhere.

"I'm a survivor. That's what I am. Take away everything else, that's my most important attribute. That's what kind of soldier I am. My team may die. I won't. Not yet." He paused, but then was quick to add, "I got lucky, they didn't. So I'll keep going. Not because I'm brave. Because someone has to crawl out of the mud and finish the job.

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[Eira Dyn]

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

There was clearly some family issues and she was surprised people would be against military service, at least people she guessed were in Sith Order space. The assumption for that was mostly because Jacen didn't seem the type to seek out the Sith Order out of all the factions to join. It was more one of convenience.

But she could be wrong with that assumption.

It was something to note on his family and Eira was going to ensure that she banked that detail on his family in her memories of him. It seemed important to note and something that was likely to resurface again. When he showed disappointment with how little the Alliance and their Jedi did not care for the world, she shrugged her shoulders. There was going to be a day some day close that Eira and Jacen would see what Corusant was truly like. And maybe it would reveal that Eira's assumptions were wrong to misplaced.

However, it was not something that Eira was going to hold her breath on. Instead she paid attention to the detailed record how Jacen's military service. It was detailed well and she was pleased with this since it meant that he was not seeking anything to hide from her. At least nothing she could be caught surprised by. And if he did, then she would just extract the rest of the truth with tremendous painful methods.

"Surviving is good, but it is rolling a dice with fate. You need to move beyond surviving and becoming something stronger. Something that is not just surviving but thriving." Eira stated, it was her deep philosophy that surviving was never good enough. Surviving could just mean your heart and brain lived. Everything else could have ended up failing you and impairing your life forever. "But for now, I will take someone who will survive to join me on my missions."

She glanced over to him, "what are your goals? A soldier like you must have some mission? Something that drives you to move forward besides survival." Her head tilted as she wondered more about what this man was fighting for. Everyone had a reason, even Eira. But she was interested in finding what else this man had as motivation. What drove him to wake up alive and get from his bed.

 

[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

Their walk went mostly unchallenged. Several street peddlers tried to stop the pair as they traveled, but one quick look from one or the other scared them away without much of a fuss. It made Jacen long for the other side of the Blackwall. Or, at least, to be inside his armor. No one would so much as look at him wrong. Out here, they simply didn't know any better. Or care. But they didn't care because they didn't know any better.

Jacen wished he had time to teach them. But on a world with tens of billions? One cracked skull just grows ten more.

Still, put that on a bucket list. Teach Nar Shaddaa some manners.

While they walked, Eira continued to ask questions. To dig for any information she could use? Or at least get to know who he was? It made him feel at a disadvantage. He needed to even the field a bit, ask her some questions as well, get away with everything he could get away with. Learn as much as he could about this new Sith Lady he had been assigned to.

But she asked another question, and with one ear focused on her, and the other listening for any thing suspicious, he opted to wait.

"Every time I come back I come back stronger," he answered and looked at her with a half-smirk, "Should have seen me on Woostri. Quaking in my boots. Terrified of my own shadow." He chuckled dryly, "But, yeah, I'll make it back from your mission, my Lady. I must. I ain't done yet." He shook his head. It was true. He didn't know what the higher calling was yet. Maybe it was seeing the flag fly across the stars. Maybe it was getting a seat at the table for people like him. Maybe it was nothing, and he was just deluded. But he'd know it when he saw it.

Perhaps it was nothing, and he deluded himself.

"My goals?" He repeated, raising an eyebrow. How much did he want to tell this stranger? How much did he trust her? ...Not much, he decided, and then answered her question, "It changes day to day," he answered honestly, "At least...the goals I have today aren't the goals of the man who survived Woostri. The goals I have today for my future..." He paused and thought about how he should answer the question. Complete honesty wasn't the play. He had to doctor his response, measure it.

"My goals for the future, my own...creating a galaxy where I can live in peace. One where that feels earned." One where I'm not threatened by any Sith who want to prove a point. "Leaving my mark on it. Making sure the galaxy knows who to thank for it." Not the Emperor. Me. Jacen Breska.

"Proving to myself, and others, that I'm not just as good as I say I am. I'm better." He turned his head and looked at her, "you tell me I can't do something? You've just convinced me I can." He smirked, but the smirk was immediately ruined by some peddler who pushed a jar into his hands.

"Here you go sir, f-f-for your cute lady friend t-there! It's a-a-a Bloodrot Bloom! T-this flower only blooms where b-blood has been spilled in vengeance! Preserved for eternity in a carbonite mist!"

Jacen took the jar in his hand, and immediately the peddler switched his persona. "That's ten thousand credits." He flashed a sleazy smile. Immediately, Jacen full palmed his head and threw him back to the ground, "stay down or be put down, wretch." Jacen stared daggers into the man, who immediately cowered, then flashed a murderous stare of his own as he got up and scampered away.

Jacen looked at the tin and opened it. Inside, a regular rose was wilted, and sprayed with some kind of dry ice fog to give it a misty appearance. Jacen leaned down and smelt the jar. "Spice." he said, and sealed the Jar.

It did look pretty from the outside, though. He presented it to her, "Fake. I'm not even sure bloodrot bloom is a real thing. But something born of violence?" He chuckled and tossed the jar in the air before catching it, "Well, it is that, now. You might like it. Even if it's a sham. Or throw the jar at someone, I dunno."

He sighed as they continued on, "But what about you? Speaking of being born from violence, how did you get your start? I've heard it's not all..." he gestured at the jar, "Not all wilted roses and dry fog sprays. Sometimes it's real nasty."


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[Eira Dyn]

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

Eira nodded her head, "good. Too many in galaxy are content with survival, getting by. It is a sickness. Greatness can only be achieved by those willing to push themselves beyond the satisfaction of survival in life." It was clear that Eira was ambitious first, everything else mattered less to her. She was not willing to surround herself with people who did not hunger ambition, striving to move forward. Even if that made her life more dangerous since the stronger she got, the more others would desire to take her down. Eira needed that edge in life to not feel comfortable or content. Something she saw all too often in her family. And that sickened her.

"Peace is a lie." It was a simple quote from the Sith Code, but Eira believed in it deeply. "There is no peace in nature, there is only chaos, life is never going to be peaceful. There will always be something that happens to make it chaotic or devastating." Anyone who believed that there was a chance for peace in life, they were deluded in how things worked in reality. Wars were never ending. Cruel people were always going to do cruel things and chaos would always be on the horizon, ready to strike.

This didn't mean that Eira wasn't curious about the notion that Jacen wished to leave his mark on the galaxy. To be remembered in legends. It was something that wasn't too dissimilar to how Eira wanted to be. Eira wanted to be a Sith of living legend that was feared and known as a living nightmare. Someone that some people thought was too scary to be real.

"Good." When Jacen mentioned that he was willing to prove he could do something that others considered impossible for him.

Then a random old merchant approached with a dead flower. It was curious that this seller stuttered and described a flower that she knew nothing about. What happened after the seller attempted to swindle credits from Jacen was very interesting. She had not taken him for someone to demonstrate rage, or wild violence. It was something she enjoyed doing herself but Eira rarely saw it in others. Jacen had her curious since he had appeared totally calm and level headed before. A little flirtatious but she did not mind that.

Now, she was seeing a rage filled side of him. Had Eira curious on what other sides of the man there were. She took the jar, Eira's red eyes seemed confused as he returned to his calmer demeanour and was clearly attempting to flirt with her or show some interest. Gifts were rarely given for any reason other than that. "Interesting Jacen." Eira commented quietly to herself, clearly more intrigued in that personality switch in the man more than the flower that was in her hands.

Looking back to the flower, the jar was far from ideal in a mission that related to stealth. Eira did not have a bag on her person either, no way to store such an object. Removing her jacket, it was not something she needed for the mission, anyway, she wrapped the jar in the jacket and discreetly placed both tucked away from sight. Marking the location so Eira knew where to return to after the mission. "To avoid carrying such a gift in my hands or dropping it." Eira stated, it was strange to receive a gift and she was not sure what to do with such a object. Something to ask Quinn about.

"My origins do not matter, they are something I left behind when I joined the Sith. All I know and all I care for is the Sith order and ensuring that this Order expands to its full potential." Clearly stating that she saw the Sith as her family now. "For now, I am studying under the tutelage of Quinn Varanin and Darth Carnifex. To turn my violent tendencies into a controlled weapon that strikes fear amongst Sith and Jedi equally." Eira was willing to eliminate those that posed a threat to her found family, even if they were part of the Order already.

Turning around a corner in the alley, Eira spotted the warehouse that was acting as the fortified headquarters of her targets. Nudging Jacen, "there. That's the building we need to break into. Tell me if you see an opening for where we could break in silently." Eira instructed as she slowly began to circle the building from the left, eyes scanning over the place as she searched for a way inside.

 

[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

Jacen wondered quietly what exactly peace did mean to him. It was something Lirka had once asked him as well. What final victory meant. His answer now remained the same as it was then. Peace on his terms, for him, and for his people. That Peace wasn't a lie, and it was very possible. It was also a notion that would not be easily dissuaded. Not by a Sith Lord who preached the same dogma he'd heard again and again before. He smirked while looking at her. He still didn't understand her kind, and if she was any representative...her kind still didn't understand his.

He shrugged, it'd take time. It wasn't going to be something that was solved over night.

When he handed her the jar, Jacen was surprised she didn't immediately chuck it across the street. He watched as she removed her jacket, respectfully, and placed the jar inside it before finding a place to stash it. Something she'd come back for, perhaps treasure.

"I'm happy you seem to like it." He nodded, his expression one of satisfaction.

The knowledge she was studying under both the Princess and the Kainate gave him pause. He didn't understand. Was Quinn not an Eternalist? Or...at least an independent. And the Kainates....did whatever they did. But they came together to train this one?

"huh," he said subconsciously, then shrugged, "Well. Alright. We'll consider that a 'do not broach' topic, stay on your nice side, and not suffer the wrath of two schools of thought uniting to kick my ass," he nodded, and looked at the warehouse, "cool...good plan," he said, continuing to talk to himself. When she nudged him, he looked at her then followed her gaze back to the building, "Yeah, roger," he replied and scanned the building before he stepped out of the alleyway to take a closer look, circling right around the building.

The traffic started to die out at some point on their journey, and it seemed like whatever gang controlled the warehouse controlled the surrounding area as well, and didn't take too kindly to people walking around their territory.

As Jacen scouted, a pair of nefarious, rough and tumble looking bad actors stopped him,
"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here?"
Immediately, Jacen threw up his hands and said, "Oh, yeah, sorry. I guess I got kinda lost."
"Go back or you'll lose some teeth."
Jacen kept his hands up and nodded, "Yeah, I hear ya. I'm outta here." He backed up and turned, heading back the way he came and returned to where he left Eira, reporting as he returned,

"They don't like new faces," he said with a shrug, then crossed his arms, "I saw what I needed. On the right, there's only two people patrolling. Easy enough to get them outta the way if you wanted to do that plan. Or beyond that, we can sneak by 'em easy enough too. There's an open window you can probably....you know. You all can jump high right?" He nodded his head, "get in, open it from the inside, we get your thing together. Did you see something a bit easier?"

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[Eira Dyn]

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

"It would be rude to simply throw away a gift present to me. Especially right in front of you." Eira stated, not saying whether or not what she thought about the gesture and what she thought about flowers in general.

Her eyebrow raised as she looked over to him, "can't handle an ambitious Sith learning as much as she can?" There was a tease to the tone of voice she gave, "I'm disappointed. I thought a soldier like you would be impressed on someone aiming to get as strong as possible." There was a tut from her tongue as she seemed disappointed that Jacen was not interested in discussing something that was considered the most important element of Eira's life. There was not much to her outside of training to be a Sith.

At least for the time being, all Eira saw when she looked at her life was the dedication she had to training as a Sith, it was reading Sith records, pushing herself in sparring fights and attempting to master the Force best that she could. It seemed that Jacen was absorbed into his own thoughts and Eira was curious what thinking was going on there, however, he agreed with her plan and then headed off. She was surprised that he followed her plan without question, seemingly happy to split the scouting.

"Curious..." Cloaking herself in the shadows, Eira decided to follow the man, knowing that she could move quickly and silently to complete her own side as well, observe how he worked when scouting around. Give her more insight, especially on how he operated when he did not think others were watching him. The way he acted innocent when caught by guards patrolling. He did not move to strike or attempt to sneak around them. It was interesting in how he worked, how much it differed from the way that Eira operated.

She circled around her side of the building, nothing stood out as a sneaky entry point and the guards seemed larger in number. Signalling to Eira that this side was more the main entry point for people. Shifting forward through the guards, Eira circled back around to the meeting point with Jacen. Arriving, the shadows faded from her figure and the assassin came back into sight as Eira nodded to Jacen as he reported his findings. "Good, jumping high isn't a problem for me. Getting you inside after should be doable as well." Eira asked, she did not want him left behind.

"The other side is busier, I think it is the main entry point. So best to use your side. Sneak since dead or unconscious guards who should be on patrol will draw too much attention." Eira mentioned, thinking through their options. "I don't have anything to help you be sneakier, however, if we time our movements, we should be able to pass by two guards unnoticed."

 

[Jacen Breska]

RIGHTFULLY STOLEN​

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

Jacen chuckled and shook his head, his hands going up defensively, "Oh no no, we can talk about your training and you working to improve yourself all day if you wanted to. I meant the story of your origin. That seems to be a 'do not broach' subject."
He cleared his throat, he must have misspoke before, "you got me figured perfectly. Yeah, the fact you don't just stick with one master is impressive. Still not entirely sure how it works, but I'll tell you what. After this mission, we'll get your thing, get your nice fake flower, find a nice restaurant somewhere on this..." he paused, looking around, "...maybe a different planet, and I'll give you and your training the amount of time and attention it deserves." He smiled.

When they discussed the warehouse and how to enter, Jacen was a bit surprised she decided to go with his plan. It was hardly the greatest strategy in the known universe, but she agreed to it regardless. It was a little thing, not something he'd have lingered on too much, but she felt no need to make her mark on the plan or make it seem like hers. It was simple, sure, but it was Jacen's, and she agreed to it. He couldn't help but smile.

"I'd feel real bad about myself if I couldn't get past two guards without them knowin' I was there," he chuckled and pulled his jacket off and folded it nicely, finding some nice, less gross place to stash it. He leaned back against the alley wall and watched as the guards patrolled down the side street,

"They stick together, they don't stagger," he said, looking back at Eira, "who'd be dumb enough to steal from them, huh?" He flashed her a smile then turned back to them. They reached the end of the street closest to Jacen and Eira's alley, then turned back. Jacen waited a beat, then left the alley. He watched the two as they walked lazily and talked, not a care in the world. They were on the look out for big things that'd stand out.

Unprofessional, Jacen smirked. What did you expect from creatures whose only military experience came from shaking down the local food vendors?
The rare face that hung out on the street, the familiar beggar or passer by, paid the pair no mind, too concerned in their own lives or uncaring about anyone elses, they said nothing as Jacen walked past a chest high wall into the Warehouses property line. He crouched down behind the wall, balancing on his toes, and pointed up at the window, remaining quiet.

Now it was Eira's job. On the other side of that door was an endless multitude of unknowns. Jacen hated going into anything unprepared, and made a mental note to get some drones that might help him with scouting. As much as he hated amplifying himself with tech, at some point you had to stop being a luddite and get with the times.

He pulled his knife out of his boot simply for ease of access, and waited for Eira to do her thing.
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[Eira Dyn]

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

Eira nodded her head, that made more sense to not broach the topic and there was some appreciation in that. All too often there were people who needed, hungered for information on her backstory. To learn where she came from. Mostly because they assumed that they could find weaknesses and areas to exploit her past to gain something over her. It was why Eira refused to discuss it, she would refused to humour those who would try to take that knowledge and use it against her.

So it was always refreshing when she found someone uninterested or willing to look past that and focus on who she was now.

Tilting her head, the mention of a restaurant and a meal... "Are you asking me out on a date, soldier?" Eira lifted her eyebrow, not refusing such an offer but she was curious about why he would be seeking that. Eira hadn't figured that the soldier would be someone interested in Sith. "Suppose it shall depend on how impressed you make me during the mission." She gave a wink to Jacen with a smirk dancing on her full lips. A little incentive to ensure that the soldier gave his best and allowed Eira to see how useful he would be. Usefulness was something that Eira found appealing in potential partners, as well as seeing their ambitions.

The ambition would be something she could discover during the date.

Eira chuckled and shrugged her shoulders, "I wouldn't like to assume anything. Seen some soldiers who can be very loud and clumsy. Believing their heavy armour and muscles will solve all the problems. But, good to know you are not part of that." Eira was making notes on what were the things that Jacen could do and developing more of an idea of him. It was good, if he proved reliable there would be points scored in his favour. Eira watched as he removed his jacket and stashed it away. Making sure she remembered where it was in case he forgot the location. Memory was a fickle thing, so it was always good to have someone else remembering as a back up.

When he mentioned they patrolled together and not staggered, Eira nodded her head, he also asked in a joking manner who would be dumb enough to steal. A grin formed on the young woman's lips, "are you calling me dumb, Jacen Breska?" Tilting her head, as she was daring him to do so. Before she giggled a little, moving with the shadows. Feeling them wrap around her as Eira moved into position.

Her eyes focused on the high window, analysing the necessary power to reach the window and calculating how to squeeze through. Breathing in deeply, Eira launched forward and jumped silently with the Force, her hands holding onto the edge of the windowsill. Luckily, Eira had some fitness and strength so she could lift herself up and slide in the window. A feat that would not have been feasible when she first joined the Sith. Landing inside the room, Eira grabbed a dagger instantly, looking around. It was a locker room of some kind. Not an armoury and definitely not the vault room that Eira was looking for. However, she couldn't afford to look around too long. Instead, Eira moved to a door and unlocked it from her side.

Opening the door, Eira leaned around, looking at Jacen. "Come on soldier, can't have you standing around too long." There was some enjoyment she was having with this. It wasn't a dire mission, it wasn't one where she felt her life or reputation was under threat. But she was developing her skills more and Eira was enjoying the idea of getting to know someone outside of the Sith. Someone less likely to throw her under the speeder to get ahead.

 

[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

Jacen's heartbeat quickened slightly and he threw his hand up, "Well, date...dinner. Y'know. I just...figured." He took great care to keep quiet as they talked, not wanting to draw any extra attention....and of course the sudden onset of shyness, then quickly steeling, "You know what? Yeah. A date. Celebrate a job well done," he said, a new breadth of confidence filling his chest. After all, she didn't seem disinterested. She didn't seem to hate the fake flower. And she smiled at him, and used the word 'date'. Jacen was smart. Smart enough to recognize interest when he saw it. Fleeting, maybe, but there. And he'd see where it went.

She did seem to enjoy him. At least more then she'd disliked him. Comfortable enough to smile, and she did have a pretty smile. And jape with him which was always important. She seemed to begin to believe in him as well. Believe that he could handle this, that he could help her, believe he was more then a big dumb soldier. It made him feel good, and made him want to reward her faith in him.

"I'd never ever call you dumb," he said, keeping his smile on his face, "and we're not stealing. We're rightfully reclaiming something they didn't know belonged to you. It's...a rescue operation." He leaned closer, "You're a hero if anything," he said, whispering, then pulled away and smirked, "but I won't tell anyone. It'll be our secret my Lady." He put a finger to his lips as they put their plan into action.

The way the darkness seemed to accept Eira gave Jacen a bit of a pause. It was like she belonged to them, that he only saw her because she wanted him too.
"Hrrhm."
The thought of people being able to do the things she could would probably always be something that gave him pause. And the way she jumped, the way she moved. It was something else and he couldn't help but watch quietly.

As she entered, he looked over the wall at the positioning of the guards and stood, approaching the door, leaning against the door frame as the door slid open,

"Why thank you my lady, you're so kind." He smiled at her, his comfort with her growing by the second as he entered the door, giving her another quick glance and smile before turning his attention to the warehouse.

"Hey, wow this is lucky," he said as he looked around the locker room. He kneeled down and pulled the Shiva Knife from his boot, "They'll know we were here, but screw it," he said, sticking the knife between the gaps of a locker, popping it open. It was full of civilian clothes, "tsk, damn," he moved to the next, "damn," then moved to the next, "Aha!"
A jumpsuit lay inside, dark blue with white shoulders, a logo on the chest stood out. Jacen looked at Eira then pointed at the logo, "We can wear these, right? Then we can sneak around easy peasy."
He returned his attention to the locker, spying other clothing items they could wear to help disguise themselves. "Gotta be another one of these somewhere in here, I'll find it if you wanna," he turned and looked her up and down, "Get suited up."

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[Eira Dyn]

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

The confidence boost that Jacen got from the fact that Eira called it a date was a delight to Eira's mind, she enjoyed the fact that a crumble of her interest had made the man's day. It was similar to dangling a treat in front of an animal to see the delight and obedience in them. She wasn't going to be cruel or abuse this control, but she was curious how far it would go. How much interest she could build in Jacen and whether he could be someone that she could use as a tool as well as someone that provided pleasure.

Hearing Jacen's view on the mission was amusing. It was silly, dumb but it was endearing in a way. Similar to watching a pet do something silly, but still adorable. Eira noted that her abilities had him uncomfortable, that her using the shadows stirred something inside him that was not thrilled to be around a Sith. But perhaps Eira could change that, show a side of being a Force User that wasn't scary or something to be wary of. Mostly because Eira loved her powers, she needed them, without the Force Eira would be back on Dantooine with her family. This power gave her a sense of freedom that allowed her to be more of who she wanted to be.

Not the person those back home had told her to be.

Watching the soldier break open the lockers, it was going to be a sign that people broke in but then so was a missing holocron. That wasn't an issue really, it was delaying the discovery until it was too late that Eira prioritised. On the third try, Jacen found a jumpsuit, Eira took the outfit and immediately, without shame, went to remove her top. Then she hesitated, looking over to Jacen. "In the corner, no peeking while I change." Eira commanded, clearly not wishing to just strip and dress herself in front of the man she just met.

Especially not before they had a date together.

It was also a test to see how he would react to such an order. Especially one that was a little silly from Eira. While she waited on that, her eyes gazed over the jumpsuit, comparing it to her figure and working out how best it would be to fit on her. Especially to make sure that this was something she was putting on for work and not something she was attempting to style in a fashion to appear nice. "Found another jumpsuit yet?" Eira asked Jacen, making sure that they both had something to change into.

 

[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

Jacen looked. Respectfully.

What man wouldn't. It was more the brazenness, the uncaring attitude with which she was about to do it that caught his attention. It reminded him of how he was with his squadmates. When they had to change, they changed. Man and woman both. It didn't matter. If anyone was weird, that was their problem. They were soldiers, comrades. They'd patched each other up and seen each other at their best and their worst. Who would be weird about seeing some extra skin while they were getting ready for their next mission or winding down after their last one?

But Eira wasn't one of his squad mates. She was something else entirely.

He didn't even realize what he was doing until she stopped abruptly and turned to look at him, telling him to turn around and go face the corner like a child being scolded. He felt his face get warm in embarrassment and nodded, "Sorry," he said sheepishly before turning to walk towards the corner and waiting.
"Nobody puts Jacen in the corner," he muttered as he turned around, giving Eira the privacy she requested.

The temptation to turn and peek over his shoulder was there, absolutely. And he almost did, but being something else....Eira wasn't something to throw away anything for a quick peek like some creep. So he sat there and waited. And waited. For what seemed like eternity while she changed. So her next words came as a bit of a surprise.

"Found another jumpsuit yet?" Eira asked

He turned, expecting to see her changed. The look of bewilderment on his face when she was staring at him, still holding the jumpsuit up to herself, was unmistakable.

"I-wha-you-..." he stammered, shrugging a hand and half-smirking.

"You just said to turn and face the wall," he said, keeping his voice low but trying to emphasize the ridiculousness with which he found the question.

"Alright alright," he held up his hands, his knife still hanging in his fingers, "I'm not gonna look, I'mma pop open these lockers here," he gestured to the wall next to him, facing away from her, "I won't look I promise."

He turned and started popping the locks,
"Damn....damn....damn....yes!"
He cheered as the fourth bore fruit.... It looked a bit small, and his cheer died in his throat.

He sighed in resignation and shook his head, looking at the other lockers down the line. It wasn't worth the time, they had to move sooner rather then later. He wouldn't be able to put this on over his clothes.

Jacen looked up to the ceiling and closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly. "Kark it," he muttered, setting the Jumpsuit down and stripping off his shirt, tossing it in the locker with an annoyed huff before he sat on the bench next to the lockers and pulled his boots off, then stripped off his pants and tossed them in the locker.

"Hope you like these pants..." he muttered, trying not to look over his shoulder as he changed. He grabbed the jumpsuit again and slipped it on. And it was...tight. It hugged his body and emphasized parts of him that he'd rather not be emphasized.

Jacen looked down at his body. There was almost no slack to be had in the jumpsuit. His hands inspected the fit, and decided against squatting, carefully sitting down on the bench facing the locker as he slipped his boots back on and waited for Eira's all clear.

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