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[Elline Adasca]

[SIZE=11pt]The Underworld could easily be considered a game of checks and balances, in it’s own twisted perversion of the concept. A turbulent sea where no one group (within the lesser Underworld, at least) could keep true and full power for long before a new group came in to sweep them away and establish dominance before the cycle inevitable continued.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But the cycle had been interrupted by the Duro Crime Boss Omessli and now a semi-notorious drug smuggler, he had pushed out Death Sticks and other similar products in a capacity and quality that shouldn’t be possible in such a low and run down place. The deeper levels of Nar Shadda, where the lesser bosses ran a lot of the show and licked the boots of the Hutts when the need would arise.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His trick? A single, a mere young woman was how he pushed himself to such impressive wealth and infamy. Of course, she wasn’t just a bland and average little thing. She was an Arkanian, an Adasca. Your standard stereotype genius of the race, a semi-potent force sensitive, an exile. Anyone with the desire or ability to look wouldn’t find it all too difficult to find the disowned “Elline Adasca” a few questions and interrogations? She wasn’t hard to find either.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Elline grumbled away currently, she boiled with discontent. Able to shoo away the guard that near constantly watched her. Omessli’s prize was too valuable to ever leave alone, less found by a rival and possibly executed or fall into the hands of another Crime Boss. Of course, she would indeed be leaving the “employ” of the Duro today. Though, it was not what one such as her would’ve expected.[/SIZE]

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[Darth Empyrean]

Word spread quick, trickling down the grapevine as this person spoke of that, and that person spoke of this. All of it was a large, convoluted network of lies, slander, and outright rumors; yet some came with but a freckle of truth. Through the many circles outside the Smuggler’s Moon began that rampant talk of a man rising through the ranks; a threat to the many cartels around the galaxy if it were true.

However, another aspecto the tale, the supposed Arkanian he had ‘employed’ brought not the attention of the many crime rings of the galactic plane, but did steal the attention of none other than the Sith abroad. One such was that of Darth Maliphant, told to him by innumerable spies set out through the Outer Rim for the expressive purpose of such chances to increase his standing.

It’d been a long trip, the two had made. Him and Odona had only just began to stretch their legs from the freighter ride; cloaked so not anything but their faces were obscured, the two moved through the rain to the nearby hospice they’d learned held the infamous Omessli; the target of today’s ambitious actions.

Odona spoke first as they moved;

“Are you really sure this a good idea, Dorian?”; she asked with a faint annoyance to her voice. It wasn’t the first time she was forced to follow him, after all.

“It's certainly a good idea; I only come up with good ideas.”, he jested back.

As the two entered the club, a large Gamorrean bouncer moved to greet them; his piglike nose covering them in a thick humidity that stuck to their faces, a hand outstretched as it squealed; the chance to offer weapons to him before he got angry.

Maliphant grinned, taking off his cloak and setting in the man’s hand; revealing the alabaster hair and molten gold eyes notorious of such Sith. From his belt, he set a rather plain lightsaber on top before motioning Odona to do the same. She however, put a small hand cannon, and not without a faint huff.

“Now where?”

“Wherever he is.”, Dorian offered in return.

The two moved through the crowds, on a mission to find their target. Little came to stop them, as they eventually found the Crime Lord sitting idly by, surrounded by guards and two twi’leks who simply stared as their hands rested on his chest. He seemed comfortable, if nothing else; but a guard moved to rest a hand on Maliphant’s chest, a mandalorian by the looks of it. His gaze said no further motion, though he said nothing.

Dorian simply looked at the man, before looking back to Omessli;

“A pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Dorian Harper.”, he said with some excitement.

Odona simply pinched the bridge of her nose, more concerned the two were about to get shot and die because of his motions.


[member="Elline Adasca"]

 

[Elline Adasca]

Omessli was a highly unimpressive Duros, slightly overweight with those usual bulbous red eyes and an almost sickly shade of green for his skin. A small army of drinks lined the table and it obviously showed that he didn’t quite spend his small fortune on anything actually worth wild. He spent it on nothingness, not a single clue how to handle it all.

“A pleasure as well!”

It became quickly apparent the Duros was quite drunk, while reaching out he missed the man’s hand twice before eventually giving it a sloppy and somewhat strong handshake.

”Now what can I do for you?”

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“Oh, just one, measly little thing…”, Maliphant began as a twisted smile fell on his pale lips.

The sith stepped aside of the man that held him back, moving forward to grab a bottle that seemed somewhat full, taking in small wafts of its smell before setting it back down; carelessly hitting another glass as the iconic ‘clink’ echo’ed around them for but a moment. Dorian hummed through it, before bringing his attention back to Omessli;

“See, I’ve heard rumor you have a certain little trophy here-”, he began.

Both his hands moved to rest on his waste, the distant music falling just short of the level he spoke at;

“- So much infact, I want to bargain with you for it.”

“And trust me here, Omessli-”, he said as he began to pace and speak with a finger outstretched, waggling on his syllables as if to emphasize his speech.

“Its a doozie.”

Suddenly, the overly joyed Sith stopped and glanced back to the crime lord; his gaze malicious and predatory, his lips peeled back to bare teeth in a malignant smile, all the while his tone maintained its cheer;

“I take the girl, and I give you your life.”

“Good deal, right?”

[member="Elline Adasca"]

 

[Elline Adasca]

Simply, the Duros laughed. Well, he may have deserved a prop or two for the raw courage he seemed to posses. Of course, not counting that it was likely stemming from the booze coursing through his veins and the armed guards around him.

"You trust rumors too easily, my friend! There is no girl."

Of course, he was lying. But who wouldn't? Elline was a potent tool for him to use, and an absolute master of her brief craft. At least, the small part of it she had been working on.

"Now, do you have anything actually meaningful to say?"

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“Oh, she’s not real?”, he said in a teasing manner.

Maliphant stopped, crossing his arms as he watched him; letting the force surge out in violent licks. Mentalism, domination the slow draw of the darkside worked through the air to the Duro’s mind, trudging through the abyss of the mind to control, to assert supremacy. All of this, in only a moment before Maliphant spoke once more;

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to show me her?”, he said once more.

Odona quietly positioned herself nearest the localized threat, waiting for something to go south. If nothing else, she needed to make sure Maliphant lived, her primary concern about him being surrounded. She trusted he would survive, though there was a faint hope he might not.


[member="Elline Adasca"]

 

[Elline Adasca]

[member="The Slave"]

Omessli shook his head, he seemed to make some pathetic attempt at trying to resist. He didn't push too hard, and was quick to give in. A smile forming across his slit like face.

"Of course, foolish of me to say otherwise!"

No one was any the wiser, maybe suspicious of his sudden change of heart but now the Duros shot up from his seat. He was wasting no time to go and push his way all the way off the apartment he had given Elline.

"Come, come. Off we go."

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Odona couldn’t help but roll her eyes as Maliphant offered her the cheesiest of grins, watching the two move towards the utility section of the club; a few dancers trailing by the group before they came across a massive gamorrean stood before a door. He offered a pig like snout as the Crime Lord approached, stepping aside for the moment to let them pass into an area even more luxurious than the club itself. Likely where much of the money he had built up was sent to.

Moving through scarlet and gold lined hallways, the group finally came to a small door with yet another guard. Passing through, they came into a small apartment full of equipment and more, all for the purpose of producing drugs of all sorts. Despite a lack of drugs in his system, Maliphant couldn't help but feel familiar with them.

"Well, would you look at this...", he said in a quiet tone. Odona coughing into her sleeve at the harshness of the chemicals, but quickly adjusted in suite.

[member="Elline Adasca"]

 

[Elline Adasca]

Elline rolled in her seat to face the group, evidently she was quite unamused. Firstly at the interruption, secondly that Omessli was here. Oh how she despised that man, of course. For the Sith it was quickly evident that her force sensitivity existed and was barely tapped, not a single lick of it was hidden away within her.

“Who is it this time?”

She wasn’t inherently the most respectful of folk, ironic coming from the easily offended Arkanians. But she had broken away from her people for a good while now, willingly or otherwise. Her eyes scanned over the pair, but rested on Maliphant in particular. She could actually feel the force in another being, a foreign feeling to her.

[member="The Slave"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“Who is it this time?”, the voice offered, littered with ill respect and annoyance.

Maliphant clenched his jaw for a moment, glancing to her with an inferno settled strictly in his irises as anger built in his stomach. Just before his hand began to clench, he loosened his muscles and offered a smile; offering his own forgiveness. She didn’t know, afterall.

“First, not the tone you should take.”, he began, a certain threat dwelled in his words, despite how gentle they seemed.

“Second, Omessli here-”, he said motioning to the Duros, “-was just telling me how he would love to share you and your skill.”

Odona glanced to the Duros, taking in her numerous exits as once again Maliphant went on an intimidation spree. He was notorious for poor word choices and enraging the wrong folk; it's how he got in this situation in the first place.

“I’m here to bring you to people who can help your uh…”, he said, waving his hand in her direction as he tried to come up with the words.

“The sensations you're feeling.”

[member="Elline Adasca"]

 

[Elline Adasca]

She took note of his anger, studying the eyes next. She seemed to do a lot of that, studying the people and things around her. It kept her half sane to take notes of all the little details in people, know her genius wasn’t going to waste. But. At the sound of being “shared” she half snorted at such an object like description. And then laughed, it seemed she was finally free.

She rose from her seat, and finally took off the rebreather she used when dealing with her dangerous
craft (it pained her to consider it so, how disgraceful).

“Impressive that you got through his thick skull. I doubt you did it with him willing.”

She paused for a moment, giving him one more proper look over.

“Do you mean the force?”

She could take a guess who these people were. But wasn’t quite so certain.

[member="The Slave"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

“Yes, and yes.”, he said with a grin.

Maliphant walked over to the Duros, still heavily under his spell, and looked him over. The red eyes seemed glazed over, empty, and the sith moved past them with the smallest of noticeable glances; only to turn back to Elline, his brow arched slight,

“Tell me, how long have you been here?”, his voice meandered through its syllables.

“How far does your knowledge in the force go?"

[member="Elline Adasca"]

 

[Elline Adasca]

[member="The Slave"]

"Hm, how long?"

She looked up, flexing her fingers and muttering some nonsense to herself before looking at a clock. She finally had something where she could show she was more than some gloried production droid.

"Three years, seven months, 14 days, six hours, 32 minutes, and. 12 seconds."

Needless information but she had gained herself a pretty potent memory during her time as well. Bitterness gave her a far too vivid memory of when she came to this forsaken place. Oh how she wanted to burn it, destroy it, tear all of Nar Shadda into a floating pile of rubble. Make a whole new Raxus Prime when she was done with it! Hated. It was ingrained into her very soul it seemed.

"Ah. The force...almost nonexistent. I've taught myself a few basic abilities once I was free to experiment with it."

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Maliphant nodded, contorting his face into an impressed look as he let his gaze wander around the room. It was decent, but it certainly wasn’t up to par with what she would get in Sith space; that much was obvious. Looking back to her, he tapped his chin, thinking to himself before offering it to her;

“Well, heres a test then.”, he said as he glanced to the Duros.

“Kill this man. Or don’t; I’ll leave his fate in your hands. However, if you kill him, use what you know of The Force.”

“He won’t fight back, I’ve already made sure of that.”, he said taking a few steps away from the Duros.

“Is this really a good idea? We still have to leave…”, Odona pleaded as she rested a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ve got it covered.”, he said quietly, waiting for Elline’s choice.


[member="Elline Adasca"]

 

[Elline Adasca]

"That would be a grossly inefficient use of time. Unless of course, I should throw small utensils at him till he died."

As much as it may have been a cold and humorless sarcasm, it was the truth. Her abilities were horribly trained, she couldn't kill a man with them. Not yet, or at least. Not to an extent to which it wouldn't be a simple waste of time when she could simply do what she did as a response to his request: reaching down into her clothes and pulling out a hidden holdout blaster.

Her face barely moved, save for the smallest of smiles as she shot Omessli in the chest three times, each one calculated enough to hit something vital. It seems she had bemused this idea many times over, and of course it almost immediately showed one of her major scientific fields: biology. A potent tool to have in the arsenal of anyone or anything, especially with the intellect of Elline.

"We reasonably may be swarmed by his agents within the next...approximately eight minutes."

Oh she'd do nicely in the Sith, his death didn't move her one bit. Killing a man didn't even make her flinch.

 

[Elline Adasca]

[member="The Slave"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Maliphant glanced to the body, now burning with a few well placed blaster bolts. He sat quiet for a moment, his jaw clenching beneath the skin as corrupted eyes looked it over. Odona rested a hand on his shoulder with a stern pressure, whispering something to him before glancing to Elline, and then at him once more. Whatever she said, the Sith didn’t seem to react, only a slow turn towards Elline; anger more expressed than it had before.

The Sith, magnified by the speed the force granted, ripped away from Odona’s grasp and towards Elline; each hand moving to find a place near the wrist that held the blaster, and another moving to tightly grip her throat. Although dodgeable, the likelihood of which was slim at the surprising flash he performed.

His voice came low, quiet threats as he spoke into her ear;

“That isn’t how I told you to do it.”, his fingers tightening slightly, nails threatening to break skin.

He’d hold that for a moment, as Odona insisted they’d move in the back;

“Listen.”, he said with an extreme sternness, before he’d let her go and move back towards the door, his fist clenched tight. He didn’t bother looking at her again, instead speaking out to the group as a whole.

“Odona, keep the girl and yourself behind me.”

With that, he moved to the exit, Odona quietly moving to help Elline up;

“You alright, Kid?”

[member="Elline Adasca"]

 

[Elline Adasca]

She was thankful this hadn’t been her first brush with pain, the Talz on Azloc had done worse to her. But she couldn’t quite keep that same composure she always did, panting she let the air flow back into her no matter how sickly and corrupted it may have been. Elline valued efficiency, a trait she had always seen as good. Though this was a pleasant wake up call.

She felt around her neck, making sure nothing vital was broken or pierced. She already assumed she wasn’t dead, but checking never hurt.

And she was thankful her eyes showed no emotion in their cold, empty, whiteness. For they would leak the most raw, hateful, venom if she had pupils. But she did not, and so that was purely lost within the deep and hidden void of her emotions.

“I’ve suffered worse.”

Of course. Those eyes weren’t two originals from the main package, impossible to tell the replacement. A testament to the skill of Arkanians in the field of medical cloning. She soon rose, not saying another word but remaining wary of quite literally everything. Especially her supposed saviors.