Private In Eternal Pursuit of Illicit Coded Knowledge

[Uxagi Xatash]

Location: Illyria
Mood: slightly impatient
Tags: Xobos Yakieer
Post: #1

The Solara system was completely out of the way and only on the word of some interesting relics to trade or sell was Uxagi sitting in the middle of a plain homestead on Illyria, waiting for news back from her hired relic hunters. The Sith Inquisitor was sitting down at a table, sipping on a small cup of Corellian sap-wine while she went over her dataslate information. These weren't reported to be huge, important, mystery-holding holocrons but one bit of information was one she didn't have before. And that made all the difference in the world.

The Sith was willing to go to very great lengths in her pursuit of knowledge. More than a few had called her obsessive to the point of dangerous, and more than a few would be right. Yet, racing back into the past was the only thing besides copious amounts of alcohol that kept her demons at bay. The ones she wore the echoes of in her skin. She sighed and threw back the cup before pouring more. This was supposed to be a very short, simple retrieval trip. Had they gotten waylaid? They were due to return in the next three or four hours, GST. She looked down at the credit vouchers she was supposed to give to them. At least if they didn't show, she'd only be out a deposit.

She never asked about the other business of the underworld crews she employed. Most of them seemed quite content to not have a Sith Lord angered with them. She gave them the details, they decided if she wanted it, she paid their initial fees and off they went. Whatever they did on her off time was none of her concern, so it was plausible that her contacts were off doing a side job that also satisfied their need for currency or adventure or whatever the hell they did. She didn't ask, they didn't tell. But she hated waiting. Patience was not a virtue that she had, nor was it one she had any desire to cultivate. Calculating, strategic, contemplative, yes she was these things when she needed to be. But patient? Patience had passed her right by.

Eventually she got a beep on her slate. Third glass of wine in hand, she saw the incoming message. Apparently they'd not only found what she'd been told was planetside, but a few extras as well. They asked if she'd be willing to pay extra for those additional finds. As long as they were intact when they reached her, she would pay for those as well. It had taken a while to master the art of walking the line between obsession and frivolity, as she'd faced destitution at least once before. And then she'd been hired as an artifact appraiser for one of the biggest kajidics that ran out of Nar Shaddaa and that had let her continue her pursuit of knowledge without worry. She had the credits, she reported to them twice a week to get more. Between her normal Order duties and that job, she was in a comfortable place now.

She hadn't always been able to say that.

As soon as the ship acknowledged they'd got the message, she sat back and smiled. This might end up being a better use of her time than she'd at first thought. If they could hurry up, that is!

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Ryloth
Equipment: Lightsaber, Faceless Armor
Mental state: Lively
Tags: | Uxagi Xatash |

For two months, Xobos had hunted down every slaver and smuggler that dared try and enter into the Illyria system.

For two months, Xobos had defended her master’s kingdom with her life as well as she could.

And for two months…she had been utterly, completely, alone.

That wasn’t the entire truth. She had had visits from Cali, and there were people in the city she went and saw whenever she needed supplies, but for the majority of the time, there was little to no contact with anyone. It was almost like she was back on Roon, stranded and alone. Well, alone in the physical sense. She was never, ever alone mentally. Those that resided within her mind made sure to remind her of that on a daily basis.

“Lets not let these…miscreants escape again, this time little master. We wouldn’t want to think that we’re losing a step, would we now?” Those little taunts came more normally these days. After a long while of seemingly gaining control over those within her mind as her power grew as adron’s apprentice, his absence and her time without training had apparently made her more of a vulnerable target once again. That had opened up her mind to a large amount of..unhappy circumstances.

So, to combat this, she kept busy. Upholding the laws of Illyria and the Confederacy as best she could by herself. It wasn’t fun or safe work by any stretch of the imagination. Constantly tracking down slavers, helping those that were freed settle into whatever their new lives could be called, and making those that had put them in chains in the first place didn’t exactly make a lot of friends. Xobos had earned quite the reputation, and the name of the Faceless among those that she hunted. Admittedly, the Miraluka and the voices had gotten a nice chuckle out of that. But this danger was also why she no longer lived in the city. Less chance that other people would get hurt if some really nasty people she had put out of business decided to pay her back a bit.

Thankfully, today she was the hunter. Not the hunted. This particular group had been moving slaves into the region for quite a while now. And, as Ambrus had been so nice to remind her, they had slipped through the former apprentice’s grasp twice now. There wouldn’t be the same outcome this time. Sitting just in low orbit in her cloaked shuttle, she watched as the tracking signal that their ship put off entered into the planet’s atmosphere, headed straight for the planet. Wherever they were going, Xobos would let them land. Then, as it should have been long ago, they would lay dead at her feet. The Faceless would strike again, leaving none behind to tell the tale.

 

[Uxagi Xatash]

Location: Illyria
Mood: less impatient
Tags: Xobos Yakieer
Post: #2

The group she hired to find those artifacts had finally decided to come back. About time! She was sitting in her room in the small house when the ship had landed in the nearby hangar bay. They had started unloading crates onto a hoverlift to deliver them to their employer without really noticing they were being tailed, by anyone really. The captain was checking over their manifest. There were only about six of them, it was a small transport ship. Plus, it meant their individual cuts were a lot bigger, especially after finding the stuff they did for her.

"Any idea why a Sith would hire us to get this stuff?" One of his men looked over after pushing over a crate. "I'm not about to ask her. Credits are good, who gives a damn if it's a Sith?"

"Can it and get this stuff secured so I can go deliver it and we can get off this rock!" The captain snapped at them. When the lift was packed, he started wheeling towards her rented place to deliver it. The men stood behind at the ship, blasters at the ready. "Be happy to get the hell outta here."

Xagi, meanwhile, was sitting in her room sipping on her wine, excited about what she might find. They came back with what seemed like quite a haul and she was glad to see what may be in there.