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Ruin Exploration: Explore the ruins of a Rakata era, both above and below the waves. Ruin Island and the underwater city are excellent spots to explore. Artifacts still lay undiscovered. Scuba equipment provided-- sunscreen not included!
Warm Welcome: Enjoy some rest and relaxation on the main island. Go shopping. Get something to eat, or just have a good time. Great place for a new member to get their toes wet. We don't bite!
BYOO: (Did someone say-- Pirates??)
There is a reward of an island and shares in the local company (Noasian Tourist Bureau), making them (participants) part owners. A treasure chest lays undiscovered somewhere on the map, locate it yourself (no GM direction necessary) and bring it to Elise for it to be unlocked and gain the treasure (subbed artifact).
Opener:
Noasis is a mostly oceanic world, but some islands are scattered on its surface. On the main island, the Noasian Tourist Bureau has set up and has a welcome center there. The island shares the same name. These people go out of their way to make visitors feel welcome and cater to any wish they might have.
The world has a rich and ancient history. Among the ruins, there are many Rakatan artifacts. Nothing actually works though, but there is much to be discovered. There are both guided tours and those that are more free.
A short distance from the Island are man-made, private islands. Here these can purchased or leased. They are stocked well and with full amenities.
Kei was out on the beach sunbathing in shorts. Just out there completely oblivious to anything else going on. As close as to the ocean as he could be, enough to wet his toes, without being carried off to a watery shock. A holobook was folded over his face. Happy. Do you know how often Amadis got to just rest and do nothing else whatsoever, one in a million, and those days were always spent with his family.
So when someone had told him could officially lay down on the beach, relax and still be doing a helpful job? He was the first there in the morning with a towel laid down and a book over his face. No he was not snoring, no matter how much it looked that way. There was a litany of scars and burns across his body, old ones, and often he’d avoid stripping down truth be told, but today he really didn’t care. He was too tired.
Occasionally the snoring would stop. There was a possibility his wife Elara Amadis
might turn up or the kids, but otherwise it would take a hovertruck running into him to move Amadis, and then probably not. Who knows though, maybe some hijinx would happen and rouse the sleeping bear. Anything was possible. But he was NOT snoring and yes Siobhan Kerrigan
the baggy temple-shorts were indeed and as always camouflaged. #Fashionsensations.
There was a beeping sound coming from his communicator... a break in him not snoring, then a sigh.
Objective 2: Warm Welcome
Location: Beach
In the distance: Kei Amadis
After spending so long working at the hotel, it was a welcome time for Varindar to get out at the beach and swim, even if it was to catch criminals. Now, Noasis was one of those places that somehow flew under the criminalistic radars, but where criminals still hosted swimming meets to launder money. In Varindar's mind, swimming was a sport that appeared innocuous enough to the eyes of the local crowd but was still somehow suitable for betting. This time around, the swimming race was much longer than the typical hippodrome races (which were usually no longer than 1500m). It was one of these long-distance swims for which, once again, one of her ghosts of her days as a slave resurfaced: Elianne. But, for every swimmer that works for these gangsters, there were several of which that were just honest athletes: the book released for betting purposes had both of them at very low odds. Which species' gangsters ran this meet? Selkath? Gungans? Nautolans? Quarren? Rishii? Aqualish? These six races dominated the criminal swimming circuit, she thought, while the crook was about to start the race:
"On your mark!" the race commissioner announced, before blaring the starting siren.
Sukai shielded her eyes from the blinding sun as she stepped out into the beaech, promply flipping her sunglasses down to hinder the deadly UV rays. It was almost commical for those who knew about her vampiric heritage but unlike certain books she wasn't going to be bursting into flames anytime soon. Today would be a day to relax and kick back from all the fighting and training over the last few days, the recent Sith attacks taking a toll on the them all. Looking around she spotted a few familar faces, Varindar was as always swimming, it was to be expected on a beach but if Sukai didn't know any better she'd assume that was all the women did.
Her blue gaze also fell upon Kei as he... what ever that was, sleeping/sunbathing/leg soaking, he certainly seemed to be taking the whole relaxing thing to the next level. To each their own, her own plans being a little more active, Sukai's hands reaching out, calling on the force to pull a surf board into grasp, holding the item above her head. "Time to catch some waves"!
Ura smiled as she sat on the beach, probably looking like some strange piece of sand art. She hadn't seen a beach since she left Yurb, so it was nice, even if someone was probably going to try and "knock her down" like a sandcastle. Ger'off was running around, happily darting from the ocean and back to his owner with whatever he'd found in the water. Shells, rocks, two lost toys, a crustacean, and a fish. Yeah, the waterdog was enjoying having water to swim in. Ura then had a somewhat sneaky idea.
Her body seemed to melt into the beach, and she did her best to cover her Force signature. Hopefully no one would notice she was there, and she'd get a chance to prank a fellow padawan.
Location: Beach beach beach beach!
Tags: Ura Iolar
Kyra had heard about underwater treasure. I repeat. Underwater treasure.
She needed it.
She wanted it.
What could it be?
The small-framed girl trudged with determined steps through the sand, her arms full of diving equipment and towels and-- oh! Sunscreen. Last thing she needed was to look like a lobster, ok? And she would protect her friends from that too. The pile stacked high inside her arms, the girl straining her neck over the top to judge her distance to the water by the horizon line in her sight. She could not see where she was going. She was not feeling where she was going.
Kyra's empathic signature had gotten weaker as of late, ever since events in Kitan the once easy to read aura the girl held had become muddled and closed off at best. She wasn't paying attention, and she didn't want to.
Which meant the padawan playing camouflage in the sand?
Acaadi had a good book on. It was a great series of ten books covering a historical fantasy setting. A dozen main characters, endless political maneuvering and war. Heroes and villains.
Whilst others were either being excitable or welcoming Acaadi had his nose down and barely mumbled when anyone called his name.
After such an awful few weeks he had every intention of enjoying the sun, the soft rhythm of the beach and thinking about nothing of any real importance whatsoever.
Trouble in paradise! A pirate clan has taken over an island on the planet Noasis, from where they have been staging raids on nearby systems. A large raid on the planet Amar, resulting in the capture of civilians, has drawn the attention of the Arsenians. Now with the help of the SJO, the Arsenians are putting a stop to these pirates in order to once again bring peace to Noasis.
Six Argos A/Ts roared over the clear blue oceans of Noasis. Their bellies close enough to almost scrape the waves below, in order to keep them out of radar detection. Inside the troop bays, rangers from Arsenae and the Jedi forces who joined them prepared for what was to come. A voice call for attention as the leader of the rangers stepped into the center of the troop bay. Her helmet hung from her belt, revealing her bright blue eyes. A hologram display of the island they were bound for appeared before them, while also appearing in the other transports.
"Alright listen up. We have a lot of work to do in a short amount of time. This.." She pointed at the center part of the island hologram where several buildings sitting on a small hill highlighted red. "is our target. A newly constructed pirate base located at the center of the island. While not complete, it does hold several defenses that we'll encounter. The first will be the wall surrounding the base, second are scattered patrols and checkpoints with mounted anit-infantry weaponry. Once past those we'll have to deal with the main pirate forces, and due to recent arrivals and departures it's hard to get a good estimate on their numbers."
two of the buildings close to the landing pads began to flash. "Intel suggests that this is where the hostages are being held. A lot of them apparently. Once we have secured them, we move towards the landing pads where our shuttles can extract them. First and foremost though." Four large cannons highlighted, two by the landing pads and two mounted on the other side of the base. "We need to take care of these anti-ship cannons or the rescue shuttles won't make it far. Initial scans indicate that all the cannons are linked to a central hub here" A building close to the center of the base. "We take them out, and our shuttles are in the clear."
"We're splitting into two groups. Team one will land east of the base and proceed to the hostages. The second team will land in the west and head to the hub for the anti-ship controls." Ellie's blue eyes scanned everyone in the troop bay. "Any questions?"
Happily another face he recognized, dusting the sand off his head and holding his communicator. “Miss Yumi” Kei grinned as she set off into the breeze. “You’d have Taiden jealous.” He waved as she began her journey. Sky'ito Yumi
“Yep. Yep. Yep.” Kei answered the call, discussing some old Hynator Holding rumors, which went on for about a minute. “Agreed. Be unavailable for a time.” he finished. “How about next weeks….” Came the faint answer but he couldn’t hear it as the communicator was now flying through the air and soon laying somewhere in water. While Kei began laying back, rather pleased with himself, and pulling up a sand pillow behind his head. Wiggling his toes the Jedi Master blinked long and hard, breathing in, a strong sense of calm came over him. Too long since he could just rest.
Amadis gave a firm nod to Acaadi
recognizing him from certain previous undead terrors. Watching the activity across the beach, the racing far off in the distance, all the padawans with all their energy. Don’t tell anyone but he felt old, and for the first time he didn’t mind. Glade had sent him a letter and he had decided to wait till now to open it, as he knew what it was going to say. Handwritten, she loved her older way of doing things that girl. He ran his hand over the back of it and pulled the seal.
Objective 1
Watch. Drink. Enjoy Life.
Location: On a luxury hover yacht.
Tag: Varindar Asyt
| In mention Ellie Omera
's Pirates.
From far off the shoreline. Dressed in traditional blue veil and dress. Lady Blue watched from her hover Yacht. She had a history of dealings and deception with the silver Jedi as a certain twi’lek in disguise by the name of Tadietti, often assisting them with passing information through third parties when it suited her and them. Nima Tann
a former silver Jedi had unwittingly helped her sister gain access. How brazen she was to risk being out in the open now, but she had much less to fear. Between her sister unwittingly killing her former employer Goros the Hutt
,Kelon Amadis
of the Pyke Syndicate falling in a feud, the Uos Family in decline, and finally just on cue the destruction of the Hutt cartel (again) her enemies were almost completely scattered. Her rise to power had been accelerated beyond her wildest dreams. The black sun still proved a thorn in her side time to time, but their interactions had always been limited to low-level incidents and settled with a well-placed bribe. Hmm... a certain Mr Black's schemings and Goro’s old ‘friends’ who wanted to return areas of finance to hutt control were also… irritating.
Curling fingers around her glass, having her enemies well in hand was a strange feeling for Blue. She could even call herself a banker with her latest acquisitions. For a young slave girl she’d risen through the ranks to the top of a criminal empire that only two living people truly knew the depths of. One of them her older sister Nima, and one of them soon to be caught.
Relaxing back on her hover yacht, lady blue had brought a sense of class to Fire For Effects usual riff-raff, almost all her staff were twi’leks, former slaves and assassins of the highest quality of course, zealots wielding weapons but not revealing them outright. “The pirates in orbit will be dealt with soon," one of her aides remarked. An aid whose looks could and did often kill. Lady blue rested her hand on her friend's chin affectionately, unlike Goros she cared for all of them, they were like family. She missed her sister.Nima Tann
While there were many species in the race no doubt, an interesting defel for example. Tadietti was something of an elitist in that the only people she half trusted were former slaves or those who had shared her upbringing, and so preferred twi’leks most of all for their shared understanding. Sipping some truly luxurious bubbling champagne. From a distance, she slowly turned to the race watching Varindar Asyt
's performance. She had a few million riding on the winner, and she had hoped it would be one of her twi’lek agents. Varindar may have Jedi reflexes but her two twi’leks, a green male named Rendi and yellow female Soso were no slouches.
Also there was a strange but extremely athletic noghri in there, which had caught her eye… hmm.. she tapped a finger against her glass, resting it against her cheek. She was not the only one feeling emboldened at the death of almost all her competitors. Noghri here, they really weren’t even trying to hide it were they.
Master Dragonsflame had taught Reggie that there was a time to work and a time to relax. This was one of those times to relax. The Padawan had paid for some food and found a nice table where he could see the ocean. Some others he knew were here but for now he'd just enjoy the food and environment of the beach.
In times like these he would usually do a little research, look at some documents, and things like that. Apparently that wasn't the best way to relax though, so Reggie didn't bring the device with him. Instead, he had a few blank pieces of paper and a pencil. He would sketch a bit as he ate, drawing whatever came to his mind. Reggie had just recently picked up on the hobby, along with fishing. It helped clear his mind and allow himself to do something other than work or training.
About a kilometer in, a clear lead group materialized among the hot waters where this swimming meet was held: a Noghri, two Twi'leks (Soso and Rendi), Elianne and, of course, Varindar. These five competitors are on their way to the next island, and a tight race of endurance is going to result. Also, Sky'ito Yumi
, who once went to the hotel, would see her going further away from the starting beach, but the race was different from how she imagined criminal-run swimming marathons: none of the front-runners were from the six races that dominated the circuit. These two humans were doing what they could to keep their energy for the later portion of the race, which was 10km long in total. As anyone that took part in an endurance sport could tell you, one didn't run a long distance meet the same as one would à sprint. Meanwhile, at the seedier bars of the region, bettors were watching the race unfold, with no real surprise for the time being (as far as the odds announced by bookmakers are concerned).
While trotting towards the incoming rolling waves the younh Jedi's gaze shifted to her side as her name was called out. Once more Sukai's gaze falling upon Kei as he called out to her from his relaxed position. "I guess, who's Taiden"? Where they a friend of Kei's? or one of the many members of their order? She didn't really know, the name not clicking in any form. Regardless she returned a friendly wave as she waded through the rolling waves out into the ocean, kicking up onto the board once the depth became more suitable.
Her paddle out to the wave being easily outdone by Varindar's swimming speed, said women gliding through the waves like a natural born fish then any human she had known. Right now though her attention needed to shift to her own goal, surfing, something she had seen people do before but had never actually took part in. It seemed simple enough and with a little help from the force Sukai was certain she could master the art in no time. Find a good wave with a nice break, get in front of it, paddle, ride and stand, easy... but tricks that would take a bit more doing to get done. For now just catching a wave would prove a success, so for the time being it was a short waiting game.
Ura was way too excited for this little prank as Kyra walked over her. The Lervon waited patiently for the perfect timing, then darted from the sand, yelling "Boo!" as she leapt out. She didn't know how her friend would react, but she did figure it would at least be funny in the end.
Meanwhile, Gar'off continued swimming, and noticed that someone was on a board thing. He tilted his head before swimming up and barking, long tongue sticking out of his mouth. He was usually more well behaved, but he somehow seemed to know his master wasn't paying him any attention at the moment.
Fear flashed hot through Kyra, the padawan letting out a screech and startling. Scuba gear went flying. Sand kicked up. Kyra scrambled backwards, a pulse of the force hitting Ura square in the chest.
And then what stood before her made sense. "Ura!" She screeched, a hand on her chest. A ball of sand rose up and shot at the Lervon, dispersing on contact.
"That's so rude!" Even as she chastised, she dispersed into an anxious laughter, a cold tingle dispersing over her skin.
Location: En route to pirate base BYOO Objective: Defeat pirates and take out anti-ship command centre Tag: Ellie Omera
Holding the railing which ran along the top of the ship's walls, Ciel looked out over the ocean. It was much better inside, more similar to her home planet where the buildings, the skyscrapers remained constant. Here, nature was yet to be tamed - or at least that's how it seemed to the young scoundrel as she observed the waves. They weren't very violent, in fact the waters were rather calm, mostly just disturbed by the jets of the ships they flew in. Cone-shaped waves were left behind in the beautiful blue waters, distorting the reflection of a few bubbly white clouds floating about in the otherwise clear blue sky. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all? Ciel kept expecting a huge wave looming above them and threatening to crash down on their ships - but now, it simply seemed unlikely.
The holoprojector turned on and a familiar figure revealed herself. Ellie spoke with authority - it was obvious that she knew what she was talking about. Ciel turned her gaze back into the cabin where the Arsenians she was there to help sat. They all listened to the leader as she spoke, clearly having a rather good idea of what they were supposed to do. Ciel had a good idea of their task too. She had promised to join them in the operation a while back and received more information about it gradually over time. Aside from having taken a liking to the people, she had also been saved by them. Joining them for this was a given.
They were getting close. The Arsenians in the ship seemed to be getting ready and the cabin which had previously been filled with casual banter now fell in silence. Ciel brought the rifle from her back - it was attached to a leather belt which hung over her shoulder. Resting the weapon over her blast west, the young scoundrel started checking it. Soon, the pilot spoke over the comms, both for the other ships, and the passengers to hear "Argos Four making our final approach. ETA three minutes." The team looked to the exit, all prepared to debark and and beeline for the command centre.
Ura was pretty surprised as she was partially thrown back, any sand that wasn't her being thrown back further. She was then met with a ball of sand to the face. The Lervon had noticed something though. Not just getting shocked. Her eyes drooped just a little, and a slight sadness came over her.
"I.... I'm sorry. It was just supposed to spook you, not scare you that much." Ura honestly felt bad, then looked at everything around her and Kyra. "Want some help getting all this.... What is this?"
Having grown up on Coruscant, the young teen had never been to a beach. Had never even known such a thing was actually real. What she had seen in picture books were just that. Pictures. They couldn't be real. Yet here she was running across the sand in a yellow bikini and beaming with a large smile. Her hair was wet, wild and clearly unbrushed. Why should she do such a think on a day like this?
Not having any idea how to swim, she stopped running to watch a race happening. Soon enough, she lost interest in that even though she had once met one of the racers. Turning away, a group of others about her age or a bit older caught her fleeting attention.
The girl might be a fool since she didn't have any sunblock or glasses, it didn't seem to matter to her. A person is young only once and she wanted to enjoy the new freedom she had. Besides, she could always make some clouds for herself if she got too hot. Being able to control the elements did have its benefits.
Near to her, a girl stepped out, carrying far too many things. Shaking her head, it seemed she didn't any help and Xian didn't offer any. What conversations that were going on, she obviously couldn't hear, but she sort of fell into step with Kyra. Not close enough to get in her way, at the moment, she lost almost all of her confidence and felt rather naked in her bikini.
When Ura seemed to just morph out of the sand and bench, Xian jumped and tried to avoid getting hit by the gear that Kyra had dropped at the same time. With the exclamation of a name, rude or not, the teen found it quite funny and giggled almost quietly. Unfortunately for her, that giggle turned into laughter, but that went away quickly when Ura started to say she was sorry.
Now all Xian wanted to do was fade away again and not be noticed. Chewing on her lower lip, the false redhead looked down at the sand and tried to make herself smaller than she already was.
Kyra played it off, though it was hard to mask the genuine panic from the force sensitive Ura. The force was her language after all, and the two had slowly been growing more sensitive to each other’s signature.
Another weird thing that Kyra had no explanation for. Maybe she should go about asking a master about that.
Her nervous laughter bubbled off, the girl rubbing her own face and bending down to pick up a now crumbled towel.
“Scuba stuff. We’re going swimming,” she stated, starting to stack it up. The sunscreen rolled to a stop at Xian’s feet. Kyra frowned and turned in a circle, looking for it.
“Uh, that’s if we can do proper skin care first.” Oh no. She was too pretty to be a lobster.
The call had come in. Another special job for The Silver Shadows.
The information obtained on the holodisk she had tricked The Hutt on Ingo into surrendering had yielded dividends. One part of the smuggling network into Sith Space led to here, on Noasis, into the home of a previously believed respectable business man. A man named Billy Strikurr. He dealt in the smuggling of Rakatan artifacts into Sith Space. They had the perfect way in, also: Strikurr had recently put out a hit on his rival and was once again looking to hire a Dark Jedi Assassin named Lyli Dragi to do the Job, and all Syd had to do was pretend to be Lyli, listen to him give the order to kill, fake the hit, and receive the payment. This would be enough to convict him, then offer him a sweet enough deal to roll on his associates.
There was a snag in this plan. Unlike Arcuruss The Hutt, who had never seen Lyli's face, Strikurr had.
Also, Syd had brutally killed Lyli. Strikurr had a telepath-some bald feth-who was used to sniff out shapeshifters. He knew what Lyli's mind looked like.
Syd had one option. A risky one. She had become much more powerful since Atrisia, but with that had come a large chunk of Darth Phyre's memories, vile and disgusting atrocities in all of them.
But a few tidbits of knowledge nonetheless stuck out. One was a truly insidious ability:
False Persona.
This allowed her to hide inside a false mind, often that of a lightsider. She had spent weeks attempting to alter the technique through alkahest and believed she had succeeded.
The new version allowed her to imitate a Dark Sider--to feel like one to another...all without having actual access.
Risky. Dangerous. Was not sure she should do it.
But that Rakatan smuggling network was not going to shut itself down, even if none of it functioned, the technology was too dangerous to allow into Sith hands.
Syd had spent days enchanting the crystal in Lyli's red bladed lightsaber, using it as the magical focus. And here, in her private quarters aboard Lyli's siezed VT-49 Decimator, she was now ready to attempt it. She was wearing Phyre's armor because not only did she need the mind and appearance of an Organic, she needed to be organic.
She sat cross legged on Lyli's sparse chambers, focusing on the crystal that glowed red.
She strained, twisting the light and magical energies around herself, forcing her mind to mimic that of a Dark Adept. Mimic. Not become. But imitate enough that telepath would not catch it.
Syd's flesh streched and warped everywhere, inhuman shrill little squeals of pain escaping a bubbling and deformed mouth.
Her body became less athletic but slightly curvier, face rearranged into that of a pale skinned woman with pronounced cheeks and reddish-brown hair that fell in curls, her mind disappeared beneath that of a callous, petty, but ultimately sadistic persona, albeit one utterly dominated by Syd, deep down...
(Plasmid Acquisition Theme Plays)
(New Force Powers Learned!)
(New Skills Gained!)
Force Power: IMITATE LYLI
Imitate Appearance and Personality of Dark Jedi Lyli Dragi, complete with a chunk of her skill set. All "Dark Side Powers" are False Dark Side Powers, having non-lethal but painful effects, and feeling like Dark Side Powers to others when used. All equipment in use also takes a False Dark Side Taint.
Power: INCENDIARY PUSH
A side effect of using Syd's flame-enchanted body as a base for Lyli to exist, this power releases a telekinetic push that has mild incendiary effects if it connects, resulting in first degree burns. As character advances, push radius becomes wider, and incendiary effects become more painful, but power is completely non-lethal.
Power: CONCEAL PRESENCE
Conceal presence in The Force. As power grows, presence can be concealed longer. Usable only when Imitate Lyli is active.
Power: FALSE CHOKE
False Force choke that feels like regular Force Choke to other adepts, but is actually non lethal and instead merely simulates the effects of strangulation on a victim, inducing a simulated death that lasts twenty four hours. As character advances, more people can be "choked".
Power: FALSE FEAR
Power that fakes the effects of (and feels like to other adepts) Force Fear, by inducing a reaction in the brain of a victim that makes them react outwardly hysterical with simulated fear, while inwardly feeling nothing but a calm desire to run away from caster. When effects pass, the victim will actually believe they were terrified by something but cannot remember what.
Skill: BLASTERS (SNIPING) (LYLI ONLY)
Imparts Lyli's skill with sniping blasters. Usable only when Imitate Lyli is active.
Skill: STEALTH FIELD GENERATORS.
Enables Lyli's skill at Stealth Field Generators. Usable only when Imitate Lyli is active.
Lyli Dragi opened her eyes and smirked. That Jedi on Ingo thought she had had Lyli cold, only for Lyli to behead her at the last moment and take her white and gold armor as a trophy. She had Syd's skull mounted somewhere. She wasn't sure where.
The "Dark Jedi" rose from her meditative position, proceeded to her newest assignment, unconcerned about such pesky things like what she had been doing in all the time since slaying Syd, or even when she had first arrived or sat down to meditate. There was only the thrill of the next person to slay.
Lyli marched off her vessel to meet her most well paying client. It would not do to keep him waiting. She concealed her presence to evade the other Jedi, not aware that the Silver Shadows had already been informed not to try and arrest anyone matching Lyli's description.
Syd watched from deep beneath the mind of the vile creature, completely in control. Amazed at how much control she had.
She didn't get cocky however...all it would take is letting too much of her own mind show beneath Lyli's and the glamour was ruined...
One half hour later...
As Lyli often expected, there was a full glass of Corellian Diamonds waiting for her as the down payment just for showing up at the front gate to the beachfront Estate in the mid-afternoon.
Her white and gold chrome suit reflected the face of the bodyguard holding the glass out as she approached.
"A pleasure as always, Miss Dragi." The Bodyguard said.
"Same to you, Caris..." Ly addresses smoothly, not missing a beat as she took the offered glass to be lead to the estate itself, a Ziggurat of white marble gleaming in the sun.
Along the way to the office, Lyli scowled as she spotted Strikurr's spy hunter, Charlie, a bald but young man in a three piece suit of black waiting. She hated him peeking inside her mind, which was always necessary as Strikurr was notoriously paranoid about shapeshifting infiltraitors...he had lost an associate to one in CIS territory on a lava world a while back. Some kind of Android had killed him.
"Miss Dragi, always a displeasure..." Charlie stated calmly.
"Same to you." She sneered, lowering her mental defenses.
Charlie closed his eyes, using the Force to concentrate, Lyli flexed her hatred of him internally.
Charlie sighed. "Its you. Fortunately."
Lyli scowled at him again, vowing to kill him some day. She pushed past him and into Strikurr's office.
Strikurr awaited, clad in a floral pattern vacation shirt and white shorts, a view of the beach from behind the desk he sat at, bidding her welcome into the stone gray room. He was portly but elderly, with a full head of iron grey hair, a goatee, and glasses.
"Lyli! I'm so glad you could get here on such short notice..." Strikurr said happily holding out a hand.
Lyli took it to be polite, but inwardly, Strikurr had always disgusted her.
"Strikurr. You know my fees, so lets skip right to it: How do you want this done, and to whom?" Lyli asked.
Strikurr smiled again, keeping his emotions calm.
"An old associate of mine, a Count Ajenn of Serrenno." He answered, handing her the info on an encrypted holodisk. "He has been moving inro my operating radius on Noasis, and his incautious set up is threatening my endeavors in other areas..."
Lyli was almost positive this was code for his illicit activities.
"He will be at a resort in one hour. I'm sorry if this seems like rush job, but he won't be this exposed for another few months. I need him gone today."
Lyli smirked, and rose with the holodisk. "I'll call you in three hours. Have the Juma ready. Chilled."
Strikurr nodded. "Of course Miss Dragi. And thank your for your incredible patience."
Lyli smirked turning to leave.
Strikurr, when he saw Lyli leave his estate, called Charlie in.
"Yeah, boss?" Charlie asked.
"Charlie, you fethed up. If there is one thing I know, its my own assets. After whatever the hell that is wearing Lyli's face gets back here with whatever the hell she is going to do, seal the room. Shoot it."
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