"How's the boss, ma'am?"
The question was asked in a sort of hushed concern, put forwards by a gruff, dirty and knotted-beard human male that lounge upon a rather well made, certainly not as grimy as his own appearance, leather settee. The one that the question had been asked of, a blue skinned and red eyed female, simply sighed as she rested her forehead against the door she had just softly pulled shut as her whole body seemed to slump forwards, the door serving as the only thing keeping her upright. However, that lax in posture didn't last for long, as, even with the silence between the pair growing longer, she suddenly straightened her back, hands clasped behind her back. Turning slowly, she took in the sight of the room with a stuttered sigh at what met her crimson gaze.
Outside dirt and soot covered windows the chaos of the underbelly of Nar Shaddaa rang out loud and boisterous - the catcalling, the screams and shouts, the sultry propositions; all of it a cacophony of the down trodden - but, within those windows, the room was fell furnished. Polished wood and leather seating had been forced into the small space, casting an air of dignity where none should have been. However, it was not the mismatch of upscale within downscale that caused such a stuttered sigh but the sight of papers, real paper and not flimsiplast, scattered about the floor in a chaotic mess that could only have been formed by someone pushing them off of a table. Accompanying that rather isolated bit of chaos were random bits of writing and drawings covered the entirety of the walls in a mess of colour, the scent of ash that hung in the air and the violin and bow set haphazardly next to upturned vials.
Finally turning towards the one that had addressed her with the question, the Chiss silently made her way over to him, lowering herself onto the settee next to him with a groan, titling her head back to stare at the ceiling - only to screw her eyes up in frustration as she saw the writing that had, somehow, been scrawled even there.
"Not good, Jarek, not good. She's still unconscious from whatever it is she took." With a dismissive gesture she pointed towards the emptied vials next to the violin. "How long has she been like this?"
For a moment, Jarek shifted in place, almost hesitant to speak. But, in the end, speak he did. "Since you left, ma'am. She fell into a state for about an hour, worried me and the others to bits, near catatonic she was. Suddenly, she jumps to her feet, screaming for us all to leave, turns, finds them where you'd him 'em, downed them, and got to work making this mess. Sorry t'have to call you back like this, ma'am."
Sighing, the Chiss sat up straight, a hand clasping onto Jarek's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Better that I was here to limit damage than to not, right?" A brief chuckle would be her only reply. "Well, go to the rest of them, tell them the news that she's fine and that there's no need to worry."
Nodding, Jarek got to his feet and, after a quick look back at the door the Chiss had just minuets ago exited from with a worried gaze, scurried out of the room.
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Light, why was it always infernal lights that you first noticed when you woke up?
The question bounced around in the pounding head of the Falleen as she roused from unconsciousness, blurry eyes blinking open only to slam shut at the pain that flared within her head. For a moment, she simply lay there, luxuriating in the feeling of the sheets against her scales, but, in the end, head spinning, she made to move. Swinging her legs off of the bed and sitting up right, causing the sheets to fall away and reveal her nakedness, Dyxra'a hissed in annoyance as the cold stung at her scales and grey eyes finally adjusted to the light enough to look around what she now realised to be her bedroom - at least she wasn't in someone else's. Laying her eyes upon the glass of water next to her bed, the Falleen eagerly scooped it up to drain the glass of it's refreshing contents, sighing afterwards as it served to help sooth the dryness of her thought and roughness upon her tongue.
Grunting, Dyxra'a pushed herself up from her bed, standing on unsteady feet, before marching out of the room, uncaring of her unclothed state. She was she and nothing else and why should she feel shame in that? She was the barely over 5' tall, tiny, green-scaled Falleen with deformed head crests and she was damn proud of that. The fact that she could feel the warmth of the air from the other room through the doorway had also been a big driving factor in her disregard of clothes, he cold-blooded nature pushing her to seek warmth, especially after coming out of the state she had just been in.
Barely five feet out of the door to her room and towards the small, sectioned off area that served as a kitchen, a cold voice spoke from behind her, causing a small smirk to spread across green-tinted lips. "What in the seven hells have you been driving yourself to, this time you damned lizard?"
Turning, Dyxra'a allowed her smirk to grow even more as she stared at the angered from of her Chiss friend, her only friend, Kana'sosu'lighu. "Asosul, come now, don't be so uptight..."
"Uptight? You're calling me uptight? Well I bloody well might well be since I have to deal with your bollocks so much! I go away to ensure that we still have claim on that shipment - which we still do if you're interested - only to be called back early before I can take steps to make sure that that fact is guaranteed by a worried Jarek. And do you know what he bloody well told me? 'Ma'am, the boss is at it again. She's out of control.'" With ever snapped sentence, after she had pushed herself to her feet, Asosul had taken steps towards Dyxra'a so that she was now only inches from the Falleen, looming above her with a finger jabbed into Dyxra'a's sternum. "What the hell were you thinking?"
Humming, Dyxra'a turned away from the Chiss, continuing on her way to the small kitchen. "We can go ahead and let the shipment fall, so you not securing guarantee is nothing to worry about."
"'Nothing to worry about'?' Have you listen to a bleeding thing I've said. When we came back to this thrice-damned moon, to claim the little we had left, you swore to never take again. And, here you are, months later, out of your mind. Do you have any idea as to what you're doing you-"
Spinning around sharply, Dyxra'a cut of Asosul before she could really get started with her own snapped comment. "Do I know? Yes I bloody know! I know that my mind is stagnating! This boring! Boring, boring boring. Same in same out every bloody day! No change, no stimuli, nothing but the same! My mind cries for more, something, anything more. I need puzzles, I need to think, do! This? This hole we're in? It's killing me! Boring, boring, same-old rubbish. Nothing, new. Everyone just so stupid! So easy to trick, to read, no challenge. No stimulus! I need release! This," she blindly grasped one of the empty vials from the table and held it in front of her, "this frees me! My mind no longer spins, it's free, transcended!" Abruptly her harsh tone seemed to sag and loose all emotion. "I'm trapped."
"Dyx..." Silently, the Chiss watched the Falleen go about getting a drink before lifting up the pile of paper she was holding in one hand, half of them written in her own writing as she had copied down the notes scrawled around the room. "What are these then?"
"Evaluations on our competitors. Their weak points are highlighted - unsteady alliances, holes in security, the lot. Pass that on to the group, get them targeting these weaknesses before they're healed. New code to scramble our data, those breaches recently have gotten too close to decoding everything. Make sure that they're implemented as soon as possible. Also, a dissection of that current rising star's, whatever the hell his name is, codes. I want his data pillaged as soon as possible so that he can be driven off of our turf. Also..."
"Also?"
"I tracked down where the hacks were coming from." Turning, Dyxra'a had a mischievous smirk pulling at her lips, a smirk that Asosul hadn't truly seen in months since their fall back to the Smuggler's Moon. "Something called The Collective. We have a new job, my dear. You, you shall be taken Jarek, meeting with the agents already on the Moon; they're going to meet with those Ganks. Assist them and make sure that a foot within the criminal enterprise is already there. I? I shall be seeing about some new funds."