Private Memorable Auction

[Markus Kortu]

Location: Theed, Naboo
Markus' Jedi Robes

"If I have to eat one more cavier....." Makrus furiously tapped his black boot on the floor. "Someone is going to get a stern talking! Namely the manager of the facility."

How long has he been waiting at the Parnelli Museum of Arts for? Oh yes, so he can try to get his hands on the A-Wing which dated back to the Galactic Civil War. Such artifacts were rare now and days. It didn't help that the people running this little auction couldn't even verify who the pilot was. That was a problem, if these people were asking for a forutne and they were most likely going to. Then these fools should've done a more thorough investigation on who this A-Wing pilot is. The price difference would astronomical if it were the ship belonged to a pilot like: Arvel Crynyd than some random guy who no one would care about.

Such lack of scholarship, shoddy research for a credit and now Markus even doubts if this A-Wing was even legitimate. What a bore. "More like," Markus sighed. "A waste of my time."

Kayla Luspark

 

[Kayla Luspark]

Location: Parnelli Museum of Arts, Theed, Naboo​

Companion: "Vido" V-2 Series "Minimech" Astromech​

Tag: Markus Kortu​

A pair of blacked-out utility transports proceeded and trailed the repulsor limo. Across from Kayla were pair of young men with functional suits that barely contained their thick necks and V shaped frames. Both were fairly handsome as military-aged males went, were it not for the borderline dour seriousness etched on their faces. Both hand-to-hand experts, and had a rating with anything that fired a projectile or held an edge. "One minute out, ma'am," intoned the slightly older of the two.​

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Private security. She tried to keep the annoyed sigh from escaping with a nod. She couldn't begrudge them. She'd seen plenty of the type. She figured they were probably retired G.A. soldiers. They moved like it, with a kind of swagger one really only developed through rigorous training and combat. Though most soldiers didn't look like a thumb. But she supposed the job was to look intimidating.​

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When she'd first seen them, she couldn't help but admit a small little animal thrill ran through her but they were just noise.​

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The convoy pulled up outside, forming into a classic U shape with the limo at the bottom. Both men stepped out first, eyes scanning the area as the rest of the detail fanned out. "Please wait here, ma'am."​

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Kayla rolled her eyes, but the wait was only a matter of seconds. Not great for keeping her exposed. If someone wanted to take a shot, the best target was a stationary one.​

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"Okay, we're clear. Ma'am?"​

"It's a gala and auction. Edad, you're being paranoid."​

"Absolutely, ma'am."​

Kayla found a smile spreading across her face then. "Please, I work for a living." You make me sound like my mother.​

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The detail started to return then. "We'll be back for pickup on your call." kayla nodded. The vehicles pulled away from the museum leaving her alone with her two escorts. "Gentlemen." And with that she was off, heading for the entrance.​

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Moments later the woman swept into the main room for the function. Chocolate brown hair gathered at the back, twisting in twisting curls from the back of her head down to her shoulders with a few loose locks spilling down in front, framing her face. Eyes lined in smoke and shadow, lips a classic red. clusters of diamonds dangled from each ear catching the light. Another dazzling array of diamonds, corusca gems, and durindfires lay just below the hollow of her throat over her upper chest. More light caught at her wrists.
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She wore a simple but elegant black silk dress, slitted almost to her hip on both sides showing off her rangy stride and strappy heels which did interesting things to her legs. Pausing long enough to take in the room, she tucked one loose lock away out of her face. The other hand held a small clutch. Noting the bar, she made her way over. Once acknowledged she smiled, leaning forward just enough for Markus to see the back of the dress plunged daringly low, enough to let him see the soft play of toned muscles all the way down, just past the dimples of her low back. "Whyrren's Reserve, if you've got it. Neat." A Corellian whiskey. Kind of rare.​

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Turning toward the front of the auction house, she sighed, not quite able to keep the annoyance at the curator from buzzing through her once again. She knew more about A-wings than probably anyone in the building. Especially historical ones, like this one was supposed to be.​

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"Ma'am."​

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The bartender's voice startled her out of her reverie. Turning back she flashed him a dazzling smile. "My apologies," she said as he gestured to the drink she'd requested, now resting next to her elbow.​

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"My pleasure. Enjoy. If you need anything further, just ask." Kayla dismissed him with a nod and a significant credit chip for a tip. Even if it wasn't necessary. The auction would have paid for the whole gala anyway. Picking up the glass, she turned back to regard the rest of the room, her back to the counter. Her escorts flanking different points of entry, eyes sweeping sectors but always staying in line of sight and drifting over her.​