Public Den of Iniquity

[Chantra Lorre]

The Moon of Na Shadda was a place of scum and villiany only matched by the planet it orbited, Nal Hutta. Here Chantra came between major jobs, for there was always someone who needed her services in the Criminal Hub of the galaxy. Her ship descended into city scape moon, this Anti-Coruscant bid her welcome.

The Chant landed on a platform where The Zeltron halfbreed made her eay in her white corset. He steps were seift and purposeful as she waded in the sea of faces, some of which eyed her with curosity. Her white hair flowed on one side as she came to a one of the many cantinas. Inside was all manner of sentients, Rodians with those bug eyes, Zabraks who’s horns made them seem regal, and many more. Taking a booth away from the bar where the flirts lingered, Chantra pulled up a datapad on her wrist when a Quarren sat in the booth with her. The Squid Head spoke basic,
“Lioness.. I beseech you to take my contract once more. My love is in danger and I need your services to eliminate her Master.”

Chantra lowered the datapad and clipped it to her wrist braclet.

“I told you before.. I do not kill Hutts. If you persist in pestering me further, I will add you to my pro bono list..”

The Squid in his desperation pleaded further.

“Have you ever been in love?! How can you turn your back on such a cause?!”

The Lioness drew one of hed claws, a vibro knife that with flick of her heeled boot came out of the toe, and she raised it unser the table and pressed it at his abdomen.

“Love is a madness.. it makes sensible people throw away their lives.”

The Quarran felt the hidden blade.

“Kill me then. I cannot love without her!”

Chantra sighed as she shook her foot, the blade moving aboit bis body beneath table.

“Then you kill the Hutt. If you succeed, you will be the walking dead. The Cartel will have assassins after you all of the days of your life, maybe even me which would be a day.”

The Squid Head continued his tragic entreaty.

“I would rather have a day, than all the days of my life without her.”

Chantra rolled her eyes. These poor souls think fufillment could be found in arms of another, and when the fairytale ended, when someone cheated or fell out of love, all that sacrifice was in vain. Love was the greatest con of all, the odds on the House of Heartbreak to win.

“Fine, if you will leave me alone. I’ll do it.”

The Quarran thanked her profusely as he stood up and The Lioness removed her bladed boot. As he went to buy a round of drinks she contacted The Hutts on her datapad. Ahe related the intent of this Squid Head, and contract came through kill him from The Cartel. As the Squid sat down with two glasses of Twi’lek Liquor. Taking a sip Chantra thrusted her bladed boot into his lower chest. The Squid gasped, she then struck two more times under table causing The Quarran to wheeze. Retracting her hidden blade she stood up and whispered in his ear hole,
“Love is battlefield, and you lost.”

She then walked to the bar and placed a gold coin while motioning to the booth with her head. The Bartender nodded and took the piece of payment, and the Lioness made for a room at the back where a Pazaak game was going on. She then made it out into the ally and back into the sea of sentients, her datapad pinged with three targets, all from The Cartel. One was a man in brown robes, A Jedi. This made her smile.

 

[Davina Ferno]

Davina sat on a bar stool in the cantina, and watched the exchange between the Qarran and the Zeltron. She had heard of her, The Lioness. She was not the usual bounty hunter like this Devaronian. No The Lioness only took contracts that meant bringing targets in body bags. The Horned Lady watched as she headed out, noticing the Squid Man wasn’t moving…

Davina took another sip of her cocktail before a pale white male Twi’lek sat down next to her.

“Got a job for you my beauty. This one is a warm one, a Jedi by the looks of it.”

Davina’s golden eyes shifted.

“The Hutts want a Jedi?”

The Twi’lek laughed.

“Apparently. It looks like they owe a major gambling debt. Curious since these do goods tend to be sqeaky clean. A testament to Nar Shadda’s corrupting influence I guess”

Davina took the datapad that the Twi’lek left on the bar table.

“Not much fo go on save its a female, approximate 25-38yrs of age.” Said The Twi’lek.

Davina sighed.

“I need the money.”

The Twi’lek laughed.

“Yeah well, bewRe of the Mind Trick. These Jedi types can mess with your head.”

Davina stood up and downed her drink.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

She headed out into the crowds and began searching one of the Casinos, The Palace was were high rollers tended to go. So she tried there. The place was like many gambling houses, all shiny with neon lights and sculptures, meant to hide that people ruined themselves in these voluntary prisons. Davina searched the opulent facade of gold and white furnishings, when she saw a robed woman at one of the tables. Making her way there, a hoving droid with yellow eyes and chrome finish and human like skull for a face interrupted her.

“Welcome to The Paradise. You will need to check in weapons at admissions.”

She eyed the Droid.

“I have a bounty to collect.”

The Droid titled its head.

“You still must go to admissions and check your blaster in.”

Sighing, Davina headed to a line formed in front of a desk, where she would have to waif a while.

 

[Milena the Piece]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Dialogue Legend: “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Chantra Lorre

“I would have liked to kill a Hutt.”

A sultry, feminine voice sang unbidden from the alleyway, moments before Chantra Lorre would have melted into the sea of busy sentients. Should the half-Zeltron decide to stay, a short-statured, catsuit-clad figure would emerge from the shadows and into the neon lighting, her mismatched gaze regarding the red-skinned woman with a curious, though slightly disappointed stare.

“It is a shame that you left me that squid instead. Though I will say that his dying passions were a surprising delicacy.” Milena continued, her skin suddenly taking on the glow of a predator well-fed as she spoke. “But a Hutt…think of the feast…” She added with a low, purring growl, pristine white teeth gleaming in the light as she did, before giving a low, conciliatory sigh.

“I apologize for my manners. I am Milena, Fragment of the Assembly. And you are?”

Spoiler: Loadout

• White Catsuit - Armorweave Construction
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • Force Artifacts
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Krath War Blade - Katana Style

 

[Chantra Lorre]

Chantra at the voice directed at her nearly drew her Tsis’knife and struck, but she controlled this compulsion. She was not use to being addressed by anyone who was not hiring her services. She turned to see a colorful character who’s hair was a mint green or was it turquoise? Hard tell in the light, and her skin was a unique shade that fell somewhere between purple and pink. Most striking was a pair of eyes that were mismatched and displayed both colors. The Lioness at the remark about The Squid illicited no emotion, he was petulant pest now removed. As for the remark about eating a Hutt, the idea was both gross in terms of imagination and a gross mistake to suggest so close to the Hutt Honeworld.

“Bold words from an equally bold colored person like yourself. If a contract came up for you I could hunt you blindfolded.”

This was Chantra usual candor that had all the charm of a Reek in heat. And yet beneath her ‘sunny’ tone and demeanor she respected courage even if it was a reckless sort of courage.

“Fragment of Assembly eh? So assembly required then?”

The Lioness’ small talk was not her strong suite. She litered barbs in most of her speech, which most abided knowing who she was. The fact this Milena made an inquiry to who she was proved she did not know The Lioness.

“I am Chantra, better known in circles as The Lioness. I am currently on the prowl, that is I have contract out.”

While normally The One Third Zeltron would be aggravated at an interruption in her blood hunt, the fact this Milena mentioned enjoyed feasting in others made he think of doing something she never did. Team up. Many had wanted to join The Lioness’ Pride, and do larger hunts, but she distrusted groups after what had happened to the Order of Assassins she once called family. But there was an odor, an aura that Chantra detected about this Colorful Lady that peeked her curosity.

“You mentioned feasting. What do you think about Jedi fare?”

TAG: Milena the Piece

 

[Milena the Piece]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Dialogue Legend: “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Chantra Lorre

“Bold words from an equally bold colored person like yourself. If a contract came up for you I could hunt you blindfolded.”

Milena smiled, an impish grin tugging at her pink-hued features as the Zeltron halfbreed spoke. This one was a predator, then. The Fragment had suspected such after seeing how swiftly and ruthlessly she had dispatched the lovesick Quarren, but now she was sure of it. Although, it remained to be seen what kind of predator the Lioness was. Milena hunted by necessity, in order to prevent her body from wasting away. However, Milena quickly sensed that the woman situated across from her was not of the same nature as her.

Why then, did she hunt?

“A blindfold would be a wise choice, to better insulate your eyes so that they are not boiled inside your skull.” Milena purred. “Though you might want some heavy rubber boots to go with it, as well.” Even then, the electromancer knew that such insulation could only delay the inevitable. There was no such thing as a perfect, unlimited defense, especially against the likes of unholy lightning.

“Fragment of Assembly eh? So assembly required then?”

“None.” Milena answered. “I am a Fragment of a whole. That is my nature. A piece taken from a greater assembly.” She clarified.

“You mentioned feasting. What do you think about Jedi fare?”

The Lioness had first held her curiosity. Now, she had her attention.

“Lovely. A feast to sate both of our appetites.” Milena said, her tone rising in playful, almost girlish excitement. “And where might we find a Jedi to hunt, pray tell?”

Spoiler: Loadout

• White Catsuit - Armorweave Construction
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • Force Artifacts
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Krath War Blade - Katana Style

 

[Chantra Lorre]

Chantra listened to the descriptive threat about boiling her brain and held off a smiek. She gave as good as she got. As for her fragment explanation it still made little sense to this Assassin.

“You may feast on the Jedi who awaits in a nearby casino. I hunger for the conflict, the hunt, the dance of predator and prey, it makes my blood tingle the very thought of it. Once they are defeated, I have little need for them. All I need is the rush.. the fever that the game gives me.. it is intoxicating..”

Her eyes turned to blood as she licked her lip with her tongue. For Chantra the very pursuit and moments leading up to the kill fed her. The adrenaline, the sense of danger, and the despair when the prey realized it was hopeless, it was like Spice, a rush. Unfortunately not all gave her this taste, only worthy prey would due. A Jedi tended to fall in that category, they resisted longest, and the chase could be a thrill. The Lioness did not mind sharing a meal with Milena the Piece since the meat if it could be called that, that each preferred different cuts.

 

[Milena the Piece]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Dialogue Legend: “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Chantra Lorre

“An exquisite taste you possess, Lioness.” Milena gave a wide, feral grin, thereby acknowledging the other woman’s hunger. Indeed, it seemed that they both preferred different cuts of their victims, so one would not intrude upon the other. Not only was it ideal, but it was also an incredibly efficient method of hunting of prey.

Waste not, want not.

“And when we are done with this Jedi…” Milena said. “Perhaps we should…explore other tastes that we might both possess in a more…personal context, hmm?” The electromancer purred suggestively as she slowly slinked towards the red-hued assassin, her mismatched gaze drawing up into the woman’s eyes as she did. “If you’re into that sort of thing, of course.” She added, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she did.

“But first, back to the topic of our hunt…” Milena added. “The Jedi will sense my presence, before he registers yours.” She stated. As a Fragment crafted from the flesh of a powerful dark side Cultist, Milena was all too aware of the fact that she radiated a dark side aura so powerful and unsettling that it could even set off many non-Force-sensitives. It was thus far almost impossible her to hide if she wasn't wearing her amulet, forcing Milena to be judicious in choosing where she went. “Without the amulet I am wearing, my signature may unsettle the Jedi's sense, causing them to hyperfocus on me at the expense of their awareness of anything else.” She continued. “Thus, I should approach first. My presence might very well blind them to your arrival.” She suggested.

“Do you know what the Jedi looks like?”

Spoiler: Loadout

• White Catsuit - Armorweave Construction
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • Force Artifacts
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
• Krath War Blade - Katana Style