Private Mercy Man

[Lutin Corveni]

Location: Nal Hutta

What was left of the Evocii would tell anyone willing to listen that Nal Hutta was a paradise that had lush, succulent fruits with vast Oceans filled with wonderous creatures. Yet that was hundreds of thousands of years ago. Nal Hutta is a wasteland filled with marshy bogs, sickly grass, and worst of all: Hutts. Special Agent Lutin sighed leaning his elbows against the table, looking around the weary Bounty Hunters and assortment of scum just hanging around getting drunk, playing a few hands of Sabacc, or watching local Podraces on the Holotelevision. He'd been scouting the planet for weeks in search for the traitor and yet he kept running into dead ends. It was to the point where command assigned Lutin a partner whose abilities might prove useful in finding the traitor.

A Twileak bartender approached Lutin and asked what he wanted. "Give me a Nova Blast," Lutin said sliding a few credits her way.

"Would you like that shaken or stirred?" She asked preparing the drink.

"Honestly, I don't give a damn."

Lutin was already growing weary tracking the target down. The man was good he had to concede it but of course, he was an Imperial Agent after all: The greatest intelligence unit in the Galaxy. "And look what good that got us." He muttered. "An entire Empire crumbling which led to the rise of a hodgepodge Empire of the Lost rumored to be led by a madman."

Then again, Lutin despised rumors he preferred to go by facts. The Moff Council were planning on doing something important as much as Lutin was growing frustrated by their lack of progress, he was nevertheless loyal to the Empire. His family had been loyal since Galactic Empire days and he was not about to break the tradition. As the Twileak gave Lutin his drink, he began to take a sip while waiting for his partner to show up.

Alicia Drey

 

[Alicia Drey]

Tag: Lutin Corveni

As Lutin was served his drink his new partner had just entered the street leading to the cantina. Unlike the wardrobe she had taken on Lianna, which was distinctly in line with what was a dystopian aesthetic, Darth Ayra wore a light t-shirt and sleek, white leggings that were loose to the skin. Nal Hutta was a hot, humid world. The Hutt's loved that. Where she had traded one form of dystopia for another Ayra walked with an air of confidence unbecoming of one of her station.

A small, tiny woman with long blonde hair (currently tied into brunches given the heat) with an unconventional look even for that of a Human; there was no reason- at least to the eye- that would justify the swagger and purposeful stride that she was taken in a world unbecoming for those with ego. Which was, of course, paradoxical. Every criminal, at some level, had an ego to them and yet it was most often the case that those who flaunted their arrogance were met with the type of disparaging, contemptuous opinion that got men killed in the game.

Combined with her size, looks, and the fact that she appeared to be weaponless meant that, as Ayra walked through the slums of the city on approach to the cantina she was acutely aware that every person she passed were eyeing her up like a Vornskr to prey. Bounty hunters, slicers, enforcers, goons- Ayra walked by them all without even so much as meeting their predatory gaze, and yet the dark side was strong in this one. It alerted her to them to the point that she could almost read their thoughts before they even could make a move.

As Ayra reached the entrance of the cantina she continued to walk as if she belonged. It was making them all think twice about trying to assault or rob her. This was something of a common occurrence when it came to those who dealt with the name Alicia Drey. Some thirty years ago now Ayra had worn the name that had been given to her by her late Chandrilan family. Now, it was an alias to conceal her true identity and powers in the dark side.

A true Master never reveals him or herself.

Agent Lutin Corveni of the NISB was expecting a new operative that had been assigned to work alongside him in the hunt for a high priority target. Ayra had received very little briefing on who the target was since the NISB had recruited her to the cause following a recruitment process held on Lianna. When they had approached her to join the organisation Ayra could not refuse. After all, the NSO mandate for it's followers was to infiltrate the wider Galaxy, and the Grand Scheme that Ayra had been building before her incarceration on Coruscant- and was not in the process of being rebuilt again- mandated that she secure influence, wealth, and power where it became available.

Whoever the Moff Council had assigned to be tracked and hunted down by Corveni could be someone of great interest. At worse they were not of use to her schemes beyond serving as another body to elevate her position in the Galaxy: specifically the Empire of the Lost and the NISB who served it. At best this was someone of talent, of use to her schemes that could very well be the benefactor of a woman readily and able to betray others at a moments notice.

We will see how this plays out.

Entering the cantina and passing by the guards to the establishment did Ayra turn to walk down the small, enclosed fences of an outer ring that encircled the wider, more populated booths closer to the bar to select one more confined, and out of the way of pressing eyes or ears. Of course, Ayra assumed that all these booths were bugged by the Hutts and that somewhere- probably close by- was someone else on their payroll who was listening to every conversation happening simultaneously. It was probably a droid programmed to record and calculate data to redistribute through intelligence circles that ultimately served the Hutt in charge.

Lowering herself into the booths seat, and reclining in her chair behind a table overlooking the bar, and exit did Ayra produce a cigarette from her pocket. Lighting the laserbrain up and taking a toke did she exhale a plume of smoke into the air. Admiring her work as it glistened in the strobing lights of nearby advertisements, and holograms did Ayra assert herself to begin her newest rendition of the Alicia Drey performance. Would Corveni, her new partner, be good enough to see past her façade?

 

[Lutin Corveni]

Bounty Hunter Outfit
IG-16 Blaster Carbine

As Lutin took a sip of his Nova Blast from the corner of his eye, he saw a young woman around 30 years old enter the Cantina. She was very short yet had striking features. Her eyes were filled with determination and confidence, so she was definitely not a slave dancer. The woman entered the booth a few meters away from where Lutin was sitting at. No doubt trying to get a view of him, Lutin continued to drink, the woman probably thinks he didn't notice her. Was she an assassin? No, she would've taken action by now, why spend the time setting up when she could've done it earlier?

"She's my partner," Lutin muttered to himself. "Looks like she's trying scope me out, see what kind of person I am."

He didn't have time for games, he had a job to do. Lutin would rather be freezing in the frozen ice lands of Rhen Var than to continue to stay in this slimy mudhole of Nal Hutta. Gulping the rest of his drink, Lutin gave the bartender a nod of thanks before heading towards the booth where the woman was smoking and continuing to size him up. "Very interesting take on the femme fatale trope," Lutin muttered. "You can drop it now, I already know you were sent by Imperial Intelligence. Shall I know you name? Or you just going to continue to waste my time?"

Alicia Drey

 

[Alicia Drey]

Tag: Lutin Corveni

Ayra flicked the ash that had built up on her cigarette onto the table as Lutin made his approach. She had made it her business to know who the man looked like after the NISB had assigned her to Nal Hutta. Taking another toke on the cigarette and exhaling it in Lutin's direction, Ayra replied, "Foxtrot." It was the code that her handler had told her to say to Lutin when they made contact so as to establish that she was, in fact, sent by the NISB. "You can call me Drey. If you're done drinking we should leave." With her other hand Ayra gestured around them indicating that someone could be listening.