Hayling

[Joza Perl]

N a r K r e e t a
C o l l a r s ‘n L e g s


As immersed in the seedy underbelly of Hutt words as she was, Joza wasn’t keen on drawing new blood into it if she could help it. On the other hand, it exposed young Jedi to the grittier side of the galaxy—a side they had to understand, in her opinion, if they were going to continue working to preserve the light.

Or, you know, something like that.

Nar Kreeta was today’s job, specifically to gather information on an establishment known as Collars ‘n Legs. It was a sordid little club she’d been to before, years ago. A certain scruffy Sal Katarn had kicked the place into alarm over a bounty—if she had to guess—that ended with two dead henchmen and a handful of screaming, naked girls.

Hopefully, this job would pass with less nudity and death. The aim was simple: chat up a few members from a local gang rumored to be smuggling slave girls into the club, liquor them up and see if they spill anything important. Locations, names and the like. No big slaver ring busts, no putting a shot of plasma between someone’s eyes.

Unless it came to that, of course.

Joza was perched on a stool at the bar, completely comfortable in a slinky black dress as she swiped idly through her datapad. A half finished martini glass was next to her, the liquid within slowly disappearing every time she reached for it to take a sip. Here she’d meet Silver Jedi [member="Lynn Corerunner"], the Padawan sent to her by the Silver Jedi for this task.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Lynn stood outside the place she was told to meet the Master. A former member of the Silver Jedi, or at least she thought it

former. She just stood there in her nice black dress staring at the sign, Collars 'n Legs. She continued looking at the sign with

her heart racing and threatening to leap from her chest. She had never been here before, but something about the name and

place made her very nervous. She was prepared, but as she was sleevless her lightsabers weren't on her. Her lightsabers and

LightDiscs hid inside her droid Arnine who was standing there behind her.

She took a deep breath before moving forward with Arnine following behind her. She entered the club and it turned out to

be a lot worse than she had imagined. She considered turning around and leaving, but she was her as a personal favour to

the Silver Jedi. She proceeded further in feeling the men staring at her, but she continued and tried not looking at them. She

took a seat next to Joza Perl a bit nervously and a shy aura about her. She looked up at the woman next to her, "Master Perl, I

am Lynn Core....Nantaris at your service." She was still not use to going by her original last name of Nantaris after her father.

Corerunner was a fake name she had taken when she forgot her father's name. Regardless, she smiled at the Jedi even

though she was uncomfortable.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

A young woman slipped onto the seat beside Joza, and she smiled vaguely at the introduction, eyes focused on her datapad for a few more seconds before it was slipped back into her purse. She didn’t try to hide the once-over she gave Lynn—young and pretty, that was good. But a tad nervous, that much she could sense on a whim. That wouldn’t be much of an issue, so long as the girl was a decent actress and could follow cues. One thing did throw her off for a moment, though.

“Nantaris?” A brow arched at her surname. She’d heard of Valiens Nantaris, a fierce abolitionist and lover of all things lekku. She didn’t know him personally however, so the fact that he had a daughter didn’t seem that outlandish. She brushed past it, regardless.

“Well Lynn, it’s good to meet you. And please, call me Joza.” She gave the other woman a friendly, disarming smile. The Zeltron wasn’t one for applying titles to herself, unless said title was something like ‘Mistress’. And even that had its time and place. “Today won’t be anything too dirty. Just a little information gathering. Can I get you a drink?” She picked up her martini and leaned in a little closer to Lynn, having no issues with personal space or the like. All the better if the two women appeared to know eachother. She gestured with the glass to a booth where three well-dressed men sat before taking a quick sip.

“Those guys are part of the Husk Lizards. They’re a slaver ring that operates on the Hutt worlds.” She spoke in a hushed tone so that only her companion would hear. “Word is that they’ve got a warehouse somewhere around here that’s part of a trafficking route. So we flirt, maybe work the information from them, maybe use a truth telling drug. You alright with that?” She would give Lynn the option to leave now.

[member="Lynn Nantaris"]

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

She blushed as the lady checked her out. Romance wasn't a desire of Lynn, but being checked out and flirted with still made her unease. She said Lynn's surname like she knew her surname, but she didn't press the matter. Her father, who she still barely knew, was a famous Jedi so it was no surprise. Instead, Lynn turned to look at the men and the mission. When flirting was mentioned, Lynn turned beat red. "F-flirting?"

Lynn took a deep breath and turned back to Joza with a renewed smile. "I am not very good at flirting, but maybe...maybe if you distract them I can pick their pockets for information." She paused for a moment and then her eyes lit up, "Actually, I have an idea." She then turned to the bartender and asked to order a copy of the drinks the men were drinking. She kindly asked for the trey and to be able to deliver the drinks. Once all she asked for arrived she went on with her plan. "You go distract them, signal to me who is the leader. I will come in with the drinks, spill them and while trying to clean the drink off the leader and will pick his pockets. He is sure to have something we can find of value in there."
[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza thought for a moment, eyes moving back and forth between [member="Lynn Nantaris"] and the tray of drinks. Some of Joza’s own people were working the establishment, so the Zeltron had a bit of pull here.

“Pretty and clever. A deadly combination.” Her grin showed itself now, a slight turn of her upper lip to show off pearly whites. “I’ll go over there and butter them up. When I suss out the leader, I’ll squeeze his upper arm as a signal to you.”

She’d give Lynn her space to confirm or deny, or otherwise ask questions before they were both on the same page. Joza would drift off, hips swinging not too much but just enough to garner the attention of the men as she drew closer to their table. She made no beeline, letting her body move at a natural pace. It was easy for her to mingle with them, a slight drop of her shoulders to give them a better view of her cleavage and a bat of the eye was all that it took. A few minutes in she’d wormed her way to the man sitting at the center—sharp features, calmer and less rowdy than the rest.

“You’re so strong,” She breathed, lithe fingers slipping up to his bicep where she squeezed gently, portraying herself as more frail than she was.

The man grinned, pulling Joza closer by the hip. She giggled softly, but didn’t let her gaze wander over to Lynn lest she’d give something away. Besides, she had trust in the other woman.

[member="Lynn Nantaris"]