Jantar Keltainen
Evil is a word used by the ignorant and the weak
Honesty pays sometimes. Jantar considered keeping up a ruse of not being a Sith and engaging the Jedi to help her, but she decided it was too much effort and was also too risky. Better to partner someone who was fully aware of what they were getting into. It made improvisations easier and avoided complications should the truth come out at an inopportune time.
The advertisement was simple and to the point.
JEDI WANTED
Required to partner a Sith in stealing a valuable artefact. The potential for death in pursuit of the prize cannot be ruled out. The fee reflects this.
No wanted criminals, high-profile bounties or time-wasters please.
Jantar thought the ‘please’ superfluous, but her education did not allow her to omit the word. It was simply impolite not to say it. Even for a Sith.
And the price for assistance was hefty. Enough to buy a large island, a private retreat with a full complement of servants, a decent sized luxury ship and a sizeable nest-egg to enjoy retirement with.
Despite her clear instructions, Jantar was annoyed to find most of the applicants were either criminals, had a large bounty on their head or simply unsuitable – on account of them not being Jedi. She compiled a list and placed it in order of least to most annoying candidates. She might just pay them all a visit when this was over. They deserved no less.
So, her ideal candidate was the front-runner by default. He fit the bill in a way he could never understand at this point - and was immediately available.
“What’s not to like,” Jantar said out loud as she responded to his message. Then she plotted a course for their rendezvous and went for a nap.
The advertisement was simple and to the point.
JEDI WANTED
Required to partner a Sith in stealing a valuable artefact. The potential for death in pursuit of the prize cannot be ruled out. The fee reflects this.
No wanted criminals, high-profile bounties or time-wasters please.
Jantar thought the ‘please’ superfluous, but her education did not allow her to omit the word. It was simply impolite not to say it. Even for a Sith.
And the price for assistance was hefty. Enough to buy a large island, a private retreat with a full complement of servants, a decent sized luxury ship and a sizeable nest-egg to enjoy retirement with.
Despite her clear instructions, Jantar was annoyed to find most of the applicants were either criminals, had a large bounty on their head or simply unsuitable – on account of them not being Jedi. She compiled a list and placed it in order of least to most annoying candidates. She might just pay them all a visit when this was over. They deserved no less.
So, her ideal candidate was the front-runner by default. He fit the bill in a way he could never understand at this point - and was immediately available.
“What’s not to like,” Jantar said out loud as she responded to his message. Then she plotted a course for their rendezvous and went for a nap.