Private Merciless Business

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Nar Shaddaa, Ashline Terminal
Wearing: Bodyglove + Gloves + Glareshades
Tag: Mercy

Ashline Terminal was about what she expected.

Grimey, loud, violent. Certainly a downgrade from the red light sector's fancy casinos but she'd seen worse. lived worse.

But now? Kaila strode into the bar, heels clicking, cloak draped over her broad shoulders, glareshades sorting data and patrons in two categories; worth her time, and not. Maybe she was overdressed for the location, she was certainly overqualified, but business was business and she was here to make a statement. The syndicate could meet wherever they like, but Darth Anathemous would to command the room.

They told her to look for someone named "Mercy" said "look for the biggest woman in the bar".

Kaila was used to being that woman.

And yet...

Kaila gave a once over to the largest figure at the bar and it was the first time in a long while that she reconsidered that status.

The sith would tilt her head curiously, wondering if she were looking at a borg or maybe some stim-addict merc. No matter, she figured. She was here on business, and if it somehow got violent? the young Darth had fought bigger.

"You the one they call Mercy?" she asked, coming to a stop before the titanic figure.

Her voice was younger than one of her status should have been, but carried a distinctly imperial accent, even if there was something off about it. Her voice too might stand out; soft, but with that faint bite to it, like only somebody who'd shot whiskey with the best of them and smoked with the worst could.

Even if she smelt of lavender and Nlorna flower now.

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[Mercy]

Kaila Irons

Mercy was in the middle of her cup and was always loathe to be interrupted when she was having fun drinking.

This was a sentiment the mountain of a woman was eager to share. She turned around and was about to say something rude. But she stopped almost immediately, glancing down lazily and up again.

"Well, darling, if you were trying to get my attention... you certainly got it." Mercy purred sweetly as she sipped from her drink and put it down. "Bold little one, marching into a place like this, wearing that." Bold rather than stupid, because even someone as divested in the sense aspects of the Force like Mercy could practically taste the Darkside off of her.

She stretched slowly and picked up her drink again.

"You are talking to Mercy right now. How may I help you?" Sounded positively like a customer service desk. But the smirk, the little playfulness in her eyes, oh, she certainly was screwing with her.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Bodyglove + Gloves + Glareshades
Tag: Mercy

Bold.

Those dour features gave way to the faintest curl in her lip.

The language was a little backhanded but Mercy was already scratching the right itch for that budding ego.

Kaila leaned forward, just enough that only Mercy would see when she pulled her glareshades down. Her eyes were golden with the darkside, and even if they lacked the usual red flecks, they pierced the dim bar lightning fiercely.

"I can afford it."

The young Darth slid her shades back on, holding that smirk a moment longer while she took a seat next to Mercy, crossing one Synthatex-clad leg over the other. Powerful of course, perhaps too much to take as light of a step as Kaila had up to this point. She'd alluded to her use of the force perhaps, but she didn't need it to defend herself.

"Anathemous, Lord of Echnos." she introduced herself, inclining her chin.

"I recently acquired an employee of sorts here in Nar Shaddaa, part of our arrangement included the Black Sun doing business in Sith Space."

"I'm here to make good on that deal."

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[Mercy]

Kaila Irons

A soft smile.

"That's a mouthful, Ana." She responded lightly. "Mercy. Just... Mercy. Lord of nothing but my fists." There were those that called her the Lord of Ash after the night they had swept through the Ashline Terminal.

Then a pause.

"Ah, well, I suppose I am a Vigo now." The title still felt odd, misplaced, but it had been offered to her after the Kaggath. Then afterwards when she had rescued Vigo Korrin from losing his little kingdom she received a powerful backer within the Black Sun Syndicate proper. Not just someone who saw potential, but someone who was depended on her.

Something told her that the Black Sun had not been counting on that.

Eyebrows lofted up.

"Truly? I hear that... business with the Sith can be difficult these days. On account of our illustrious Emperor deciding to erect the Blackwall." She did not mention the fact she had a way through. Because the hell train was frankly not conductive of business. It was too random. You couldn't count on it and you couldn't draft a spreadsheet for it.

"Who ought I thank for this generous connection being offered?"

It had to be someone Mercy knew. Otherwise Ana wouldn't have come here with Mercy's name on her tongue.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Bodyglove + Gloves + Glareshades
Tag: Mercy

"Mm." she narrowed her eyes. Not that anyone could see.

"Well, just Mercy, lord of the fist, it's still my name. Not given—taken."

Earned, more like. The young Darth certainly thought so.

Pride or not though, she was still focused on her potential business partner. That pause, the phrasing, Mercy didn't seem like the 'titles' type to her. Could be that she was local, most criminal types weren't in her experience, but then, they always changed tune soon as they became someone of note. So why was she so casual about her status as a Vigo?

"Truly? I hear that... business with the Sith can be difficult these days. On account of our illustrious Emperor deciding to erect the Blackwall."

"Our emperor?" Kaila quirked a brow.

"The Blackwall's been a bloody pain, it's true. However, Echnos has been made a free trade port. I control a gate in and out, authorized to conduct trade with the outside."

She steepled her fingers, chin raised just a little. Anathemous knew what she had, knew she didn't need a legion like the imperators nor assassins like the Tsis'kaar. It wasn't how she first envisioned her rise but every conqueror needed a benefactor.

But did Mercy?

"Who ought I thank for this generous connection being offered?"

"Vestra." she answered, gesturing for the bartender to pour her something.

"Good head for business, that one. On paper you and I benefit the most from this deal but I assume she's being rewarded for this, so it all balances out in the end."

"Everybody's happy. much as people like us can be, anyway."

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[Mercy]

"Mm, that is his ambition, isn't it? To put us all around his wall." Teasing a little. Not quite saying that she was a Sith herself, but the implication was there at least.

"Echnos? Haven't had the pleasure of visiting it yet. I'll have to take some time to go and explore."

The name of Vestra surprised her.

They had met during the Kaggath. The woman approached her between rounds, which ended with Mercy agreeing to hire her under her employ.

"Oh, that little minx. She isn't just under your employ, darling. She is working for me too, that's why she named me, I imagine."

A different sort of Sith might have kept that information quiet.

Mercy didn't care about getting an advantage over Ana though.

Not in that way anyway.

"So what do you suggest, Ana?" She purred softly. "Are you offering your world, the gate, as a new passage way for the Black Sun to do business? With a percentage for you for everything coming in and out?"

It wasn't a bad deal.

But Mercy didn't truly care about the Black Sun at the end of day. Vigo or not. She cared about her own benefit.

Kaila Irons

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Bodyglove + Gloves + Glareshades
Tag: Mercy

"Hmh."

"Just behave while you're there and keep your papers in order, yeah?"

"It's not just my boys patrolling those streets. The order keeps a close eye on their front gate."

Whether that was a threat or a request, Kaila had no intention of clarifying.

Still she paused for a moment, considering all that was said. There was something her, Kaila couldn't quite put a finger on it, but it was there.

"Oh, that little minx. She isn't just under your employ, darling. She is working for me too, that's why she named me, I imagine."

Well, nevermind all that. Back to business.

"I assumed as much."

She'd wait for the bartender to finish pour from a bottle she'd pointed out before continuing, syncing the tab to her wrist computer before turning her attention to Mercy again.

"No matter, I've been in her position before. She'll take work from whoever, learn from many masters. Long as she doesn't double cross me, I won't tell a survivor not to eat a meal wherever it's found."

Kaila buried her expression behind a glass of blue liquid and ice, but perhaps it wasn't so difficult to see the slight twitch of a frown in her lip. Vestra Tane had only told her a little, but Anathemous had a nose for tragedy.

"So what do you suggest, Ana?" She purred softly. "Are you offering your world, the gate, as a new passage way for the Black Sun to do business? With a percentage for you for everything coming in and out?"

"Mm." she finished sipping.

"Something like that, but it depends on what you're bringing in, and how much."

"No people."

Though she wore glareshades, one could almost picture the way her eyes had sharpened on to Mercy's. She hoped she needn't explain her meaning, nor that this was no request.

Another sip and her freckled features eased, just a little.

There was still the matter of her name...

Sure she liked that tone, more than she cared to admit, but she was no 'ana'.

"And it's Anathemous." she gently reaffirmed.

"Or my lord. You want a name or a 'darling' then we'll need to be much better acquainted first."

Kaila reached for her toolbelt, fumbling through one the pouches until she had her cigarras.

The expensive stuff, of course.

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