Mission Picture Perfect

[Kal]

Rays of gentle light shone through the pristine skies of Lorinia, a few fuzzy white clouds adding a bit of character without coming anywhere close to ruining the day. It was a scene taken straight out of an advertisement. Lovely, really.

Such a shame that the picture did not tell the whole story.

Not long ago, a Governor's nephew had vanished on his way home from a party. Threats had been delivered, demands made. The kind of stuff that made a planet look unsafe. It was a problem local law enforcement was ill-suited to handle and so Kal and his associates had made moves of their own, calling in an outstanding job from a young Shadowrunner.

Of course, this might not be a one-woman job - fortunately, 'the Lorinian Trade Association's pockets ran deep and their willingness to procure and share more exotic rewards should be sufficient to draw in pickier runners.

The mission was simple, at least on paper.

1. Rescue Nicdar Malcha. Intact.
2. Handle his kidnappers.
3. Keep the peace.

Daiya | Open to others, hop in or send me a message first - up to you.​

 

[Daiya]

(Post Soundtrack: "Genius" by Written By Wolves)

Travel beyond Denon made for a queasy ordeal, yet the moment the starship dropped below orbit, the beleaguered teenager was plastered at the viewport of the massive transport ship. Below her, the planet Lorinia spilled out between alabaster-white mountains and lush landscapes teeming with more green than Daiya had laid her eyes on in years. Familiar spires of cities passed underneath, looking like toys both in distance and in size. The young shadowrunner was used to her ecumenopolis homeworld where cloudcutters rose as high as mountains, or more lately the neglected backlands of Belazura, the planet beneath reminded her that the galaxy still held lush jewels of beauty.

Part of her wished that Zenie could be here to see it, or even Brie. Either of her friends would have loved the white sand beaches bordering endless resorts that flew underneath her. She knew the rest of the planet was equally wondrous, a whole continent of ice and snow and another full of jungles and deserts, from the briefing she had been forced to read. Which was consequently the reason that neither of her friends were along, even Daiya deemed this mission too dangerous to involve them. The thought prompted a withering look on her face, its accompanying mood drove her from the viewport and back into the vessel's depths. She beckoned while passing a familiar face, the only other one besides the woman in charge of their ride today.

"C'mon Knuckles, Ivory's waiting for us." The teen wasn't entirely pleased that Cartri had come along, but a small part of her appreciated the familiarity on a world so alien to her. It just seemed like the ginger-headed boy was protecting her, he'd barely even hesitated to commit when she made the mistake of telling him why she was leaving Denon again.

Give a boy one gift once and he can't let go!

Daiya tossed her blonde curls over her shoulder and led their way through the vessel's angular corridors, slanting in ways that seemed more at home in the organic neighborhoods of Seven Corners than on a starship, though nothing put her more at ease than seeing the face of Ivory Stroud inside the meeting space. It held an odd demeanor here, surrounded as she was by beings she'd never seen before. Even though Ivory had brought them at Daiya's behest, the thought of working with untested runners on an unfamiliar world set the teen, already rattled by the effect spaceflight had, on her hackles.

Ivory's crew seemed to defer to her in ways that Darkwire would never consider. Daiya was used to proving herself, standing on her reputation, and loudly demanding attention. Ivory's attire, and even just a look on her face, could clear a room with her "Family" members. The move could make the teen shudder with reminders of other mafia bosses she had encountered, but so far the raven-haired woman had done nothing to abuse her trust, not even lied. If she trusted the rest of her crew, Daiya admitted to herself with a shrug, she could too.

That's how it worked across the underworld anyway, from mobster to shadowrunner.

"Does anyone else think the kidnappers might have just been fething around and got in too deep?" Daiya wondered aloud as the rest of their crew assembled, not sparing a moment for pretense. If they didn't know by now what they were getting into, the teen figured Ivory could catch them up. A nephew of Lorinia's governor —a planet that had five of them somehow— had found himself picked up by someone other than his usual speedercar service on his way home from a night of clubbing. Daiya might have sympathized if she didn't take her own precautions to prevent just that. "I mean, that was dumb of the hostage, going out to a party without a friend to watch his back. But just imagine you're the kidnappers, cruising past the clubs in your speeder, and who do you spot but the governor's nephew. By the time you've got him secured and driven off, or maybe next morning once you're sober, the adrenaline high has worn off and reality is starting to set in that you fethed up big time."

The young shadowrunner stared into the faces of the others there. She couldn't quite read the reactions yet. Friendly? Judgemental? Humoring her? It didn't escape Daiya's notice that she was the youngest among them, at a whole month behind Cartri. She crossed her arms over her chest, shrugging in the most nonchalant manner a sixteen-year-old shadowrunner could muster. "At least it would make our job easy."

As Daiya glanced around the meeting space, noting the absurdity of the entourage assembling on the landed ship, awaiting their departure to the comfortable resort where Ivory had booked accommodations, she muttered one last remark in the woman's direction, "Y'know, this coulda been a CryptNet message..."

Ivory Stroud Cartri Keswoll Gabriel Lynch Marcella Fiora Diocletian Kahmen’’a​

 

[Gabriel Lynch]

GABRIEL LYNCH - LA FAMILIA ENFORCER​

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Location: Rendezvous Point.
Objective: Protection Detail - Ivory Stroud .
Inventory: Colt.45 Slugthrower Pistol // Light Repeating Blaster.
Nearby: Ivory Stroud // Daiya // Kal .

---

Standing next to Ivory Stroud a pace or two back, Gabriel silently took note of every person that entered into the rendezvous, carefully gauging them for potential threats to the Boss. He stood tall at 5'11 with both hands at his front, one holding the other loosely and his dark business-wear immaculately groomed, void of any creases or faults. Noticeable on his person, the golden shimmer of a golden chronometer, the chain of which it was attached to crossing the midsection of the middle-aged man's vest.

Gabriel didn't have much of an opinion for or against the Darkwire; Up until now the older male hadn't been involved with the group at all, and all he knew of them was that Ivory Stroud herself had been making waves, setting up their business relationship, turning heads and the like, in her usual style.

"Does anyone else think the kidnappers might have just been fething around and got in too deep?"

The youngster had been spotted by Gabriel before she'd been heard, though some of the others turned to look at the newcomer curiously, further listening to her voicing her assumption regarding the recent kidnapping that they were there to resolve. Frankly, Gabriel was more often than not, the one behind such incidents, never the saviour type if that's what they were to be considered.

First impressions weren't much to go on, but this one seemed like your typical mouthy teenager so far. Strolling into the room full of criminals and mercenaries and already barking up the wrong tree. Gabriel knew better than to voice his thoughts and feelings unnecessarily. You never did know who might be seeking to abuse the privilege of being on the inside of such a prestigious underworld circle such as the Families.

Casting Ivory a sparring glance followed by the slightest shake of his head, she would read his disapproval as quickly as he had offered it. A blink of an eye, Gabriel had resumed his stoic posture, watching and further observing the group within the room. As his eyes landed once more upon Daiya , the youngest of them, he silently hoped that her trigger finger wouldn't be as quick to fire as her mouth was.

 

[Ivory Stroud]

("Hunter", Hitman Blood Money OST)​

The planet of Lorinia shimmered like a jewel amidst a violet ocean in the depths of space. The Lorinian Nebula, famous across the Galaxy for its surreal and memorable beauty, stretched as far as the eye could see; shifting in undulating waves by the solar winds emanating from the Red Dwarf star which burned at the center of the System. Only a short time ago, the powerful Luminary-Class Starship had dropped out of Hyperspace - the pilot in-charge of the ship counting down over the ship's intercom. A few of the crew, Ivory included, pressed their faces against various viewports across the ship to witness the sight.

Satisfied, The Donna had exited the Bridge, leaving the ship in their pilot's capable hands. A few minutes later, she strode into the Crew Lounge on Deck 3; joining the members of her Family. Everyone, except for the youngest members of their team, were present: Marcella Fiora , one of the Family's recent editions and an Infiltration Specialist, Gabriel Lynch, Ivory's personal Enforcer and one of her most trusted associates, and Diocletian Kahmen’’a , an Ubese and one of The Family's professional bounty hunters. She exchanged casual greetings with her companions then approached the viewport, mostly quiet; her mind was focused on the hours & days ahead.

She passed Gabriel on her approach to the viewport, giving him a subtle look up & down; immediately impressed with his flawless appearance and demeanor. As she passed, a gloved hand gently brushed his chest... a gesture of affection and acknowledgement. He made her feel safe with his silent presence.

With the planet of Lorinia quickly approaching, she stood, her back to the door, as she gazed upon the shifting starlit ocean just beyond.

When the door to the Lounge hissed open, Ivory turned slightly; expecting, and being greeted by, Daiya and Cartri Keswoll entering the meeting room.

Ivory's appearance was considerably different than the Denonite Shadowrunners might have been used to: A sleek, form-fitting black dress which accentuated her lithe, athletic body (while still appearing oddly conservative), black leather boots rising nearly to her knees, thin black gloves which covered her forearms, and an elegant wide-brimmed black hat which seemed to shroud her penetrating gaze in mystery. At her bosom lay a remarkable piece of jewelry - a single violet stone set on a silver chain which steadily glowed violet from its own internal fire.

For those with a discerning eye, it would be recognized as a Kyber Crystal - a roughly-hewn but polished thing of rare beauty.

Shrouded beneath her hat, a smile tugged at the edges of The Donna's lips. She carried herself differently - quieter & more reserved than Daiya or Cartri might be familiar with. Ivory Stroud The Rebel had been usurped by Ivory Stroud, The Donna... and this woman quietly radiated power and command into the room around her.

"So glad you could join us." She said to the newcomers. As the teenagers settled in, Ivory turned her back on the viewport and faced her team.

"Does anyone else think the kidnappers might have just been fething around and got in too deep?"

"I mean, that was dumb of the hostage, going out to a party without a friend to watch his back. But just imagine you're the kidnappers, cruising past the clubs in your speeder, and who do you spot but the governor's nephew. By the time you've got him secured and driven off, or maybe next morning once you're sober, the adrenaline high has worn off and reality is starting to set in that you fethed up big time."

The Donna couldn't help but smile, shifting her eyes first toward Gabriel, then to Diocletian - the two men offered years of experience in their chosen fields: Gabriel as a "retired" CSF Detective and Diocletian as a Pursuer of Men & Beasts. She caught Gabriel Lynch's disapproving glance, flashing a concealed smile then showing a dismissive wave of her hand. Her meaning was clear: the girl would learn.

Ivory stepped toward the front of the long table, reaching up and removing the hat from her head. Raven-black hair cascaded down her back, braided in a similar fashion to the Alderaanian hair styles of the Rich & Famous. The Donna set her head covering down on the table.

"Unlikely. I would assume it was not by accident... We don't know, exactly, what happened - but it's far more likely this was a disciplined, highly coordinated effort. Which makes our job all the more interesting."

She remained standing, reaching forward and touching a small keypad on the table - triggering the Holo-projector to power-on. She stepped aside, turning to look at the floating images on-screen... The Planet Lorinia.

"We'll be landing soon, so let's begin." She glanced about the room. Everyone was ready.

"The Planet Lorinia is quite wealthy; hosting a number of award-winning resorts and ancient ruins, and is rated as one of The Galaxy's finest tourist destinations for the Rich & Famous. Daiya has requested our assistance in an urgent matter - the kidnapping of the nephew of the Governor of the planet's wealthiest region, Aurelia. It is a land of tame wilderness, white limestone mountains, and beautiful ocean views - home to the planet's largest settlements."

Images flashed across the scene, outlining the planet's ecology as well as photos gathered from the Holo-Net.

"We don't know everything... but what we do know, is that the Governor's nephew, one Nicdar Malcha," An image of an Omwati Male with white feathers upon the top of his head, blue skin & Indigo-colored eyes flashed on the screen - it was followed by a few still shots of the same individual in various action poses; clearly family photos: "An Omwati born on Lorinia, was taken approximately five local days ago from a resort near Azuria City."

"The same resort, coincidentally, we're checking into upon our arrival." Ivory turned, flashing a grin at her companions.

"We don't know if there's a list of suspects. I believe there have been demands made... but what those are, we won't know until we speak with the Governor himself. The working theory is that the kidnapping was politically motivated. There are a number of gangs on the planet, but most of the larger settlements are considered safe."

"I'm sure everyone can appreciate how a wealthy, tourism-reliant Planet would want to avoid the story of a high-profile kidnapping breaking onto the Holo-net."

Images of a Security Force, consisting of a number of races (all uniformed and carrying weapons) next appeared on the holo-screen.

"The Peacekeepers of Lorinia are the planet's native independant Police Force. There's been contact with them, but apparently they're not doing a good job... leading to a private party contacting Daiya in the interest of returning a favor. Daiya then contacted me. Our Mission is to locate Nicdar Malcha, eliminate his captors, and return him safely to his family without raising the attention of the local population, Lorinian Government, or the Peacekeepers."

Ivory reached out, turning off the holo-screen then turning to look at each of her companions. "There is... one final bit of information. Personal Weapons are forbidden on Lorinia except under special circumstances. I'm providing everyone falsified documentation associating you with a Private Investigation firm based out of Coruscant; not only will these credentials allow us to ask questions, but they also come with an exemption to the Lorinian Weapons Policy. Within reason."

At the last two words, Ivory shot a glance in Diocletian Kahmen’’a 's direction; she was half-serious.

"We are on a famous resort planet, so I've booked each of you private rooms at the resort... At considerable cost, I might add. I expect everyone to enjoy this working vacation. At the end of it, we'll have a nice payday, and Daiya gets to cross off an owed favor."

Ivory smiled, looking about the room... "Any questions?"

If there were none, Ivory would adjourn the meeting and request everyone join her in the Cargo Hold on Deck 4 upon landing.

With a final request for Daiya to remain. Anyone who wished to stay in the room was welcome to. Ivory had a little surprise planned for the young woman, in celebration of her recent birthday.

 

[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L AㅤF I O R A

Location: Crew Lounge, Luminary-Class Light Explorer
Tag: Ivory Stroud Gabriel Lynch Diocletian Kahmen’’a Daiya Cartri Keswoll ​

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The Briefing!
Marcella sat in the crew lounge by one of the windows with some of the team, eyeing both the planet and landscape as they dropped out of hyperspace. Taking out a Fiora Ivory cigarra from the container, she lit it as the Donna entered the lounge, handing a polite nod as a clear mark of respect as she put the match out, hoping the ships ventilation was sufficient enough to handle her habits.

She was well dressed, more so to match her colleagues, opting for an elegant dark grey blazer suit with a fur scarf. Her sidearm was well concealed underneath alongside some lock tools and a not-so-inconspicuous bracer containing a standard access adapter that was ripped of a droid, attached to her right forearm underneath the blazer sleeve.

As the young adults entered the room, Marcella was taken aback by how vocal she was, although she placed it down to her age moreso than anything else, which was also another point of concern. Opting to remaining quiet, she continued to sit in silence, listening attentively and taking an odd puff of her cigarra every now and again, slowly releasing the smoke. She knew better than to voice her opinion so blatantly.

As Donna Ivory Stroud began the briefing, she stood up and moved towards the table to listen in, keen on taking in as much detail possible.

"Any questions?"

Marcella smartly shook her head in response. Eager to get started, she began making her way to the cargo hold on deck 4.

 

[Diocletian Kahmen’’a]

Location: Crew Lounge, Luminary-Class Light Explorer
Tag: Ivory Stroud | Gabriel Lynch | Daiya | Cartri Keswoll | Marcella Fiora

Diocletian had arrived 15 minutes early, better than being late, so he was the first to be there for the briefings. He jumped at any job he could get, he may have scored a permanent contract with The Family. That being said, he spent many of the days prior in his room doing Ubese self-care stuff that he rarely got to do. But when the Briefing arrived he dropped whatever it was he was doing to join. Even if it was his less than savoury habits, he had been very active in the last 3 months, but now he needs to keep a low profile.

This is why he quietly observed the room, taking everything in and making mental notes on everything, from his spot near the wall. He did have a peek at the planet too but just a lot more quietly. Soon he gave a quiet and subtle shrug at Ivory's side-eye. He'll still be armed, a hunter should as there could be threats at any corner. However, he'll tone it down a bit, but not by much, he's going on a mission, not a war. He still got his way regarding weaponry but not directly.

He's learnt the pecking order as well. So, he will not be snarking and backtalking anyone, not that he would, he's not stupid. He's seen his fair share of upstarts become the next wallpaper in their boss's boardroom for being smart asses. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

He's never actually had gone on a mission where he had a booking into one of the hotels before, well he did, but they were run down, cramped and very damp motels. Plus rodents that crawled over you at night. So he slept in The Vampire instead. So he is grateful for the lodgings at the resort and will repay with excellent services.

He found himself with no questions to be asked and with that he helped himself to a drink, they were there, so why waste any? This will be his 4th drink today. He doesn't have a problem, not really.

 

[Cartri Keswoll]

Location: Crew lounge
Objective: Listen to the briefing without getting bored
Tags: Daiya / Diocletian Kahmen’’a / Ivory Stroud / Marcella Fiora / Gabriel Lynch

Since leaving juvie on Denon he hadn't had much time to relax. Daiya had been bothering him to hang out for most days, he and Xan were still playing catch up on training and Darkwire was asking him to take part in operations again. Not that it was bad, he just preferred it went at a slower pace. Although, there was one thing he didn't need to be bothered about at all. When he was behind bars he mainly worked out, mostly down to boredom and the fact he needed to be in his best shape. That experience altogether will be left for another time...

Gluing his eyes to the window he was happy to see a beautiful environment again, far better than the boring concrete jungle that kept him and many other dangerous individuals inside their cages. Not only that, but he was also sharing the experience with one of the people he secretly missed most. When they were hanging out a few weeks ago Daiya mentioned possibly going off planet, something of which he couldn't let slip by. Almost without hesitation, he put his name forward to accompany her. Not because he wanted to be around her and all, considering she was the most annoying girl in the world. In his eyes, she clearly wanted him to be there.

"Who you calling knuckles. headache?" In all honesty, he loved teasing Daiya and the banter they have. He just didn't want to admit it openly.

Following his fellow Darkwire companion through the corridors, they finally made themselves known in a meeting room filled with many different faces. One of them was Ivory Stroud , the gang leader who seemed to be the director of this show. The others on the other hand were her crew, all of which were part of a collective called "The family" or something. Many of them looked like rough old timers trying to get a payday, but as Cartri knew very well it was wise not to judge a book by its cover.

"I agree with Daiya... it seems like the kidnappers have bitten off more than they could chew," he said openly to the rest of them, his gaze catching sight of the judgemental glace Gabriel Lynch was giving Daiya. Cartri simply narrowed his eyes back to the lackie and slightly shook his head back at him. Wannabe tough guys were always the worst to work with, especially ones who had the attitude to go along with it. The others seemed cool for now, but that didn't mean he was going to keep an eye on them.

He turned his attention to Ivory and slowly nodded when she did a breakdown of the plan. The planet they were on was mainly a private resort, one full of glamour and opportunities. If she didn't mention eliminating the captors he probably would have thought it to be a free holiday, even so they all had private rooms and other things they could do before even doing the mission.

Cartri folded his arms as the briefing came to an end and people started to make their way out. Cartri looked back to Daiya and leaned in close "I'll be waiting outside..." he said with a brief smile as he walked out with the rest, leaving the two of them alone in peace. The teen leaned up against the corridor wall and watched each of the gang pass by. Could he really trust them? or has Daiya really undone herself? Only time could tell...

 

[Kal]

"Are you sure I should have involved the Peacekeepers? They told me not to." Governor Malcha was pacing a hole in the finely-wrought floor of her mansion, her feathers bristling with tension now that they were in private. Despite this, she had seemed unaffected in public. He could appreciate the acting involved - an essential skill for a politician.

"They would be suspicious if you didn't. If they have any sense they will have an ear on the inside."

The Shadowrunners would be arriving soon, one of his Shades awaiting them at the resort in the guise of a female Zeltron concierge. Another was embedded into the Peacekeeper investigation and a third was... elsewhere.

If things escalated beyond repair, drastic measures might be needed to salvage the situation.

Kal did not know the identities of the kidnappers or how prepared they had been, but they had bitten off more than they could chew. Whether they knew it or not. Greystone would not take an attack upon its interests lying down.

Daiya | Gabriel Lynch | Ivory Stroud | Marcella Fiora Diocletian Kahmen’’a | Cartri Keswoll​

 

[Gabriel Lynch]

GABRIEL LYNCH - LA FAMILIA ENFORCER​

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Location: Rendezvous Point.
Objective: Protection Detail - Ivory Stroud .
Inventory: Colt.45 Slugthrower Pistol // Light Repeating Blaster.
Nearby: Ivory Stroud // Daiya // Marcella Fiora // @Diocletian Kahmen''a // Cartri Keswoll .

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"Any questions?"

"How long has this kid been missing for?" Gabriel Lynch spoke up once given the opportunity to do so; "Standard law enforcement don't usually act until after the missing person has been out of sight for several days. Forty-eight hours at the very least" he pointed out. It was important to know how much time they had before the locals might come in and blunder their way through.

"Has the client requested help, or contacted any other mercenary groups we should be aware of?" He asked. Gabe was thinking of any potential novice groups that might have seen the job as an opportunity to make a name for themselves, as well as a few extra credits along the way. "If we're stepping out for third party interests, I want to be sure we're not going to be competing with other mercs. Especially with your involvement, Ivory" Gabriel looked to Ivory Stroud calling her by a first name basis. It was extremely rare for him to do so, but the Donna would know his concerns were legitimate and vitally important when concerning the task at hand.

The rest of the group seemed to be rather quiet. Gabriel wasn't sure whether to take that as a positive sign or otherwise. Every job had a way of going tits up, no matter how well you planned for it. Regardless of your intentions, your skill and lay of the land, there was always the chance that some other shit-bird with eyes larger than their gun, might come in and screw up what should have been a tightly run ship....-And that was precisely why Gabriel wasn't pleased to be working with kids who looked fresh out of high school.

"You sure our contacts here are reliable?" he questioned finally, gesturing to Daiya and the other kid who had begun to make his way outside. "It's not like you to go running a charity" his words were laced with a cynical edge. Gabriel didn't know these folk, nor see what the end-game was about. Ivory had her eyes on the future prize, but as far as Gabriel knew, they were doing a good deed for no good reason.

 

[Daiya]

(Post Soundtrack: "Sticks & Stones" by Icon for Hire)

Ivory The Donna preferred a more hands-on style.

Daiya was already swept up in the mafia matron's egregious style, her careful words, the captive attention she garnered from the grizzled members of her crew. One set his wrinkled eyes to boring holes in her skull, another waved a lit burner in front of her perfectly coiffed hair, while the last petrified quietly beneath their mask's cryptic facade. The teen found herself mystified by it all, the face to face meeting rather than encrypted message, the theatrical posturing and deferential body language, the pecking order both opaque and transparent all at once. The whole process was intoxicating and she drank it up.

Only one other person remained once Ivory closed her mouth. It had a certain finality to it in the way a Shadowrunner never could. Daiya was used to being second-guessed, challenged mid-job, or even someone voicing their concern about payment. The absence of it all was startling, and only the old man had questions worth voicing. The young shadowrunner peered at him, perplexed. His hesitation allaying a familiar ache that hadn't yet registered, while his questions set her bristling, finding her voice quickly after a drunken silence.

"My contact is more of an asset than you know," the teen snapped at the man, a haughty disposition behind her eyes. She felt herself straightening up, her feet arching in a challenging poise. "With deeper pockets, too. You're getting paid, don't worry about that."

She wasn't. Daiya was still sour about that part, she couldn't eat or make rent on just favors. The teen might have dismissed the whole thing as a joke, a slicer-kiddie's prank, if the CryptNet message hadn't come as a forwarding of her receipt. It was full of business lingo, cryptic language she hated to decipher, but Daiya at least recognized the item described. Something she was certain no one else knew about, something the cursed teen thought was just the product of another twisted dream of hers until it showed up in a box on her doorstep.

Daiya hadn't tried the strange liquid until that moment, and she felt brave enough to tackle any mission after just one sip.

That didn't exactly assuage her bitterness, the young shadowrunner didn't do jobs for free. Ever. Still, if this was the price to pay for a drug that promised —and she believed it!— to keep her ageless and revitalized forever, Daiya could handle it this once.

The young shadowrunner was done trying to justify herself, either to her conscience or some old man. She just turned to the best dressed woman in the room, drawing close enough to the table to run her fingers along the brim of The Donna's hat. "You can trust me on that, Ivory, your crew will get paid in full. As long as you and your crew can do your part, and we find the hostage."

The two senior members of the Family were alone with the young Shadowrunner. Everyone else, including Cartri, had vacated the room to prepare. The Donna glanced from Daiya to Gabriel - recognizing a fire behind the grizzled old veteran’s eyes. She knew that look... and knew the destruction he was capable of causing. Ivory simply raised a hand; delaying any further commentary from either of them.

The words she spoke were directed at Gabriel, first: “I am aware of the risks, Gabriel.” Her tone, firm without being placating, continued: “I understand your concern, but you and I will discuss this in private.” She laid her hand upon the table. He understood the motion - for the moment, he was dismissed.

Ivory waited until she and Daiya were alone before she turned to regard the young woman impassively. The silence in the room stretched for a few heartbeats until she spoke. “I need you to understand something, Daiya. I may have faith in you... but the members of my Family consider you far too young for a job of this caliber.” She held up a single gloved finger, delaying whatever snappy remark Daiya might make in opposition. “While they may accept a payday, Gabriel, for one, doesn’t need credits. His concern is for my safety, and the safety of everyone. Including you. If you want my help, you will respect him. Is that clear?”

Daiya's eyes grew as the woman turned from the old man to her, loosing loaded words upon the teen. It hurt, there was little Daiya prized lately so much as her reputation. From the woman who had so eagerly helped her sow trouble among the Corpos on Denon, hearing how little value she had here left a bitter taste on her tongue. She chose to direct it toward the old man instead, giving The Donna a chance to be the Ivory she knew instead. "Will he respect me, though? You said your Family were professionals, well I've met gutter punks who are less judge-y."

She didn't fold her arms, or pout, or cry. With her age, her capability in question, the young shadowrunner couldn't afford the misstep. She didn't want to admit she'd made a mistake in asking for Ivory's crew, she wasn't ready to accept that defeat yet. Daiya just looked straight into Ivory's violet eyes, using the only currency The Donna seemed to be willing to accept today. "Look, you've seen some of what I can do, but not all of it. This isn't that different from jobs I've done for Darkwire, you've heard of how Belazura's governor got picked off? Well, what you didn't hear about is how I found his daughter, made friends with her, and got close enough to get access to the governor's safe. His backup safe, where he kept the last copy of his will we needed to complete the job."

Daiya didn't go on to explain how much she regretted her role in that job. How guilty she felt for heaping changes and fugitive status on the daughter. Zenie had become a close friend to the teen, but once again she needed to use the little heiress to prove herself to someone. First Darkwire, now The Donna, what was Daiya becoming?

While Daiya had been speaking, Ivory had pulled out one of the chairs at the head of the table, sinking into it - the wide-brimmed hat which reminded her of her predecessor, the original Donna, between herself and the blonde-headed young woman. Ivory listened - silent, and her silence continued for a few moments beyond. Absently, a black gloved fingertip traced tiny swirls on the metallic table-top. Ivory was clearly deep in thought.

“Daiya... I understand that in Darkwire, you’re at the top of your class. In your age group, I honestly don’t see anyone with the tenacity, drive, or adaptability you possess. Anyone even remotely close is older, but most are still stuck in whatever rut they’ve found themselves in. You don’t have to tell me what you’re capable of... I haven’t gotten to where I am by being a poor judge of character.” The Donna regarded the young woman in a measured way, with a hint of amusement in her eyes. “I would not have put my Family’s lives in jeopardy - much less my own - if I believed you were prone to making mistakes, or that you couldn’t be trusted.”

“I’m not even saying you have to prove yourself to the people outside this room... But, understand that my people, like you, have earned every ounce of my trust. Most, in ways you simply cannot comprehend.”

“My Organization is, in practically every way, entirely different from Darkwire; For one, we operate as a single unit, toward a singular purpose. That purpose, in this moment, is seeing your contract completed... and every single one of us leaving this planet alive. In order to do that, I need your help. This is your operation, but the only way we can successfully complete it is if we all work together. Do you agree?”

She was attempting to reason with Daiya while also appearing to her ego - knowing the young woman possessed a need to be recognized for her accomplishments.

Daiya nodded, her blonde curls bouncing at the woman. It still annoyed her that The Donna kept characterizing her in conveniently labeled boxes, though at least it was a larger box each time. The young shadowrunner touched the hat under her fingers again, wondering what it was about the hat that changed Ivory, idly wondering how it would look on herself. Maybe then she'd understand what made The Donna such a hardass sometimes. "Okay, yeah. Good. 'Cause if you couldn't trust me, I'd wonder what you were doing here. Make sure the old guy knows that, too, and I'll gladly respect him." She took a breath, any remaining frustration departing through her nose. "So, we ready to do this chit now?"

Ivory sat back, her attitude suddenly changing as she saw Daiya’s willingness for conflict diminish. The smile that blossomed on her face seemed much familiar - the first hint of the Ivory Daiya was familiar with. "First, I have a surprise for you."

She began to reach under the table, speaking as she did so: "Now, I know your birthday just passed, so I may be a little late..." What she produced was a brightly-colored box wrapped in purple, pink, powder-blue, and vibrant sunshine orange paper and covered in a spritz of rainbow spray paint on all sides. Atop the box lay a pretty sequin bow in bright, crimson red which glittered like diamonds in blood. It was about eight inches square, and had Daiya's name scrawled atop the lid of the box in black marker along with the words:

To My Friend

Ivory set the box down in front Daiya with both hands, eyes twinkling with mischievous glee. "But I couldn't help myself. Happy Birthday."

The teen visibly relaxed with Ivory's smile, catching a glimmer of the woman she had known on Denon. The real Ivory she had asked for help with this job. Relieved to see her still there, buoyed by the verbal promise of trust, Daiya found it much easier to return the woman's enthusiasm.

A box was set before her, and for a moment Daiya just looked at it, mystified once more. After all that she'd said, the teen expected Ivory to respond with another cool, even phrase setting Daiya back in her box again. This box was nothing like that, colorful paper and a makeshift design of —was that spray paint?— around the edges. The glittering bow drew her attention first, before landing on the inscription. She stared at it for a moment, before needing to wipe at her eyes and close her loosened jaw. Looking up at Ivory, she just asked, "Really?"

Did Ivory really consider her a friend?

Words left her reach as she pulled at the ribbon, finding her stomach knotting again for very different reasons as the box came untied. Her heart beat a steady, rousing pace, her attention consumed entirely on its contents. The top was quickly discarded, the paper inside rustled to disturb its contents for the hunting fingers to find. Daiya first pulled out a couple packs of glitter, a glitter grenade, a data stick that the packaging noted was Specially Built for Backups, then a golden hairclip and a wicked-bladed knife.

Daiya stared at the array of gifts, her emotions raw and unsteady. She glanced at the woman, then the hat sitting on the table between them. Then the teen rushed toward Ivory, wrapping her arms around the woman's neck to tell her, "Oh thank you! I didn't tell anyone after—" After her botched attempt at a birthday party. "—how did you know?!"

The young woman’s sudden emotion brought a bit of moisture to Ivory’s eyes; suddenly enveloped in a hug, she returned it, wrapping her arms around Daiya’s midsection. She chuckled in the young woman’s ear, taking a deep breath - pleased at her reaction and excitement. Strangely, she felt compelled to offer a gentle kiss against Daiya’s forehead... so she did. “I have my ways.” She cryptically replied, grinning at her Shadowrunner friend as the hug broke. She gently stroked Daiya’s back, admiring the gifts herself.

“Try on the hair clip. Let me see it.”

Daiya felt her cheeks grow warm when Ivory's lips touched her forehead, setting her heart aflutter. She giggled, her stoic demeanor of earlier now forgotten, and pulled back to look at the gifts once more. Picking up the hair clip, the teen gathered her curls in one hand, paying little mind to the exact hairstyle for the moment, and slid the golden pin between her hand and the base of her skull. After a moment to check that it wouldn't fall out, Daiya tossed her head, helping the curls settle on her shoulder as she turned to show off the gift in use.

Ivory reached out, a smile on her face - sharing the joy of the moment. She gently adjusted an errant strand of blonde hair behind Daiya’s hair, admiring the look approvingly. “You look beautiful.” She said. “This is a very special hairclip. It has a secret.” She sat back, much more relaxed. “If you ever find yourself in trouble, it possesses an Emergency Beacon inside - turning it counter-clockwise will transmit a singular signal, while turning it clockwise activates one pulse every five minutes.”

"So it's like the Shrike-signal?" Daiya asked, flushing deeper at the compliments. Some beings on Denon, especially in the lower zones, knew about Nightshrike and his crusade against the more violent criminal types, and the Holo-Signal that was sometimes used to summon him to problem zones. "Who does it signal? You?"

Ivory nodded. “Anywhere in the Galaxy. Wherever there’s a connection to a Holo-Net signal, it will piggieback over the connection. The Family is the only one in the Galaxy with the means to detect it. If you find yourself in trouble, I’ll find you.”

"So anywhere I go," the Denonite teenager remarked. She nodded, carefully as to not jostle the hair Ivory just fixed. "Got it."

Ivory then reached out for the knife, picking it up.. Even with her glove, she could slip her index or pinkie finger into the hole in the grip. She closed her fist, admiring the wicked claw in her own hand before handing it over to Daiya. “I know you’re a shooter... but every good shooter needs a backup to their backup. The sheath can be mounted or hidden; it can be concealed practically anywhere on your person. It’s a hand-crafted knife... from one of the greatest Bladesmiths in The Galaxy.” A toothy, feral grin grew on her lips as she watched Daiya try it on. “Like your hairclip, it, too, possesses a secret.”

"Is it a vibro knife? Poison?" Daiya asked, her curiosity piqued as she turned over the knife in her grip. She had a knife before, picked out from a collection shown to her by a rather chaotic agent because it was pink. Mostly because it was pink. The teen still felt sad to have lost it in her brief detention with CorpSec. This one was smaller, definitely less colorful, and it looked more like she might cut herself easier than someone else.

"It possesses an optional Vibroblade function.. but with how nasty that edge is, you may not need it." She admired the wicked little knife further. It fit Daiya's hand perfectly... but the Shadowrunner clearly felt awkward with it. "You need some training," Ivory commented.

"Yeah..." the teen muttered, a little leery at the prospect of learning to use the vibrating blade. Ivory wasn't wrong about how nasty it was, though Daiya looked up a moment later. Gaining a new skill from the raven-haired woman might be a way to remind The Donna that she wasn't just some upstart kid. "Training would be a-mazing!"

She smiled, reaching out and poking Daiya on the tip of her nose with a wink. "Come on. Let's get to work. I'll buy you a drink once we're relaxing by the pool."

"Oh!" Daiya had nearly forgotten about the promised resort stay as part of their mission. Her mind drifted to sensations of cool water and a smooth drink, the grin impossible to wipe from her face now. "That'll be doubly a-mazing. Everyone's probably waiting for us by now, I gotta grab my stuff and I'll be right down."

The teen gathered up her gifts, slipping the smallest into pockets and the grenade under her arm, so she could inspect the knife on her way back to her quarters. The blade was foolishly unsheathed as she turned it, this way and that to catch on the artificial lights, when Daiya walked into the room and dropped it with a gasp. A shriek left her lips, dancing to avoid the falling blade in time for it to skitter onto the floor. Unharmed but for her flaring cheeks, the teen picked up the knife and scuffed at the new scratch in the deck. The knife was just as undamaged, so quickly sheathed and put away before Daiya returned to stare at the new apparel laid over the bed in her quarters.

"Oh my stars, Ivory!" The dress was gorgeous, and there could be no doubt about who had gifted it to her today. Daiya couldn't take long to admire it, the rest of her things were scattered around the quarters, and soon she had assembled the duffel bag with her armor on the bottom, clothes and other necessities in the middle, her swimsuit packed alongside, and the dress now laid carefully over the top as best she could until she could close the bag.

Slinging its strap over the opposite shoulder as her satchel, Daiya made her way down to join the others in the cargo hold.

Ivory Stroud Cartri Keswoll Gabriel Lynch Marcella Fiora Diocletian Kahmen’’a​

(Written jointly with Ivory Stroud )

 

[Ivory Stroud]

The Grand Astral Resort of Lorinia

("Vegas", Jesper Kyd)
​

It was early afternoon when the Luminary-Class Shuttle finally touched down on the assigned private landing pad on the far side of the immense resort complex. The Family, alongside the two Darkwire Operatives, had assembled in the Cargo Bay - an awkward few minutes wait. When the pilot finally cleared them to exit and the doors began to lower, the group was immediately hit with a warm tropical breeze. The air smelled as fresh as could be - a total change from the air on Coruscant or Denon - carrying the scent of ocean spray and metal warmed by sunlight.

The Resort Complex was magnificent in scope - truly breathtaking in its complexity, beauty, and attention to luxurious detail. The bay which housed the resort opened out into Lorinia's Ocean - the entire complex surrounded by a mountain range of white limestone, green trees, and sweet-smelling tropical plants. In every direction one looked, sunlight sparkled off of water either still or moving; the smooth curves and rounded edges of the numerous buildings appeared to be inspired from Mon Cala architecture. Numerous moving shapes milled about the resort - visible like tiny insects at such a distance. The Donna gathered everyone together, informing them a private tram would arrive shortly to carry them to the main hotel lobby where they could check in. To anyone who'd listen, she began to explain some of the amenities the resort possessed... as well as some interesting bits of trivia:

There were only two ways to reach Grand Astral: 1. By chartering a delivery shuttle from nearby Azuria City, or 2. A private shuttle or personal ship, which would be assigned a docking space for the duration of one's stay. Traveling overland & on-foot would take days through difficult terrain.

The hotel offered three pools, two five-star restaurants, numerous activities such as guided diving tours or treks into the mountains, a casino, no less than five separate bars & night-clubs, a full-service Spa, a state-of-the-art immersive VR-Gaming Center, its own Private Security Force (unaffiliated with the Planet's Peacekeepers), and only employed droids for maintenance & house-keeping - which meant they'd be dealing with actual, living beings through much of their stay.

When the private tram finally arrived to ferry the group of six to the largest building in the complex, The Donna left the men to get the baggage and strode onto the shuttle, taking a seat in the small craft near the front and lighting a cigarra. With her first inhalation, she was already feeling more relaxed than she'd felt in weeks. She exchanged some remarks with Daiya and Marcella Fiora about the beautiful environs they found themselves in - playing the part of the wealthy tourist. She seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.

"Darling," She called toward Gabriel Lynch, "Do mind the luggage! Leave the larger one toward the front - that has my bathing suits!"

Like the band of misfits they were, they entered the hotel lobby and immediately caused a bit of a stir. The Family and the two teenagers (who did not carry themselves like teenagers at all) were clearly a mishmash of attitudes; the Ubese Bounty Hunter and Gabriel Lynch - ever the party-poopers, Ivory & Marcella who appeared to be in their element, and the teenagers who looked completely out of their depth. The luxurious hotel lobby was expansive; designed to provide an open floor-plan and a wide vista upon-which to view the entirety of the hotel. Modern furniture in white leather, abstract paintings, art & sculptures, creative lighting displays, and a beautiful waterfall wove a tapestry of elegance which Ivory, for one, could not recall a comparison for.

It was a shame they had work to do. She could stay here for a month and never get bored.

To the skilled Criminals, Security seemed surprisingly lax - what few cameras and sensors there were seemed to have been placed as an afterthought, and Ivory counted two of the uniformed Security Guards (neither of them significantly armed). For those with sticky fingers or skill at slicing, the place was like an egg waiting to be cracked.

While her group milled behind her, admiring their surroundings, The Donna approached the desk and spent about fifteen minutes verifying paperwork, providing signatures, obtaining a holo-map of the Complex which was available to all visitors, and receiving Ident-Chips for each of their individual rooms. When she was finished, she returned to the group and individually handed each of them a key: Cartri Keswoll , Gabriel Lynch, Marcella Fiora , Diocletian Kahmen’’a , Daiya . "We're all on the same floor - only within a few doors of each-other. Daiya and Marcella are on either side of me; Cartri, you have a room all to yourself. Diocletian and Gabriel, you have rooms across from ours - Gabriel's is closest to my room." She grinned at each of them in turn.

"Friends, we have nothing to do until tomorrow." She said, looking individually at each of her team. "I'm headed up to my room to drop off my luggage... then, drinks at the beach-side pool, on me!" She winked, blowing a kiss, then smartly turned on her heel and headed toward the lifts indicated nearby. Everyone was free to do whatever they wished. Tomorrow, their work would begin.

 

[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L AㅤF I O R A

Location: The Grand Astral Resort of Lorinia
Tag: Ivory Stroud , Gabriel Lynch, Diocletian Kahmen’’a , Daiya , Cartri Keswoll ​

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The Holiday Begins!
Marcella simply followed the group as they all meandered and navigated to the reception, the change of environment was astonishing and one that she would always welcome gracefully, it wasn't common for her to step foot out of an ecumenopolis or industrial world, the breeze was incredibly refreshing. From the moment she left the ship to reaching reception, a cigarra never left her mouth, she came prepared packing only cigarras, clothing, essential amenities and her arsenal, for emergencies only in a duffle bag.

As the Donna explained the activities available, Marcella became increasingly delighted with the small holiday. Although the job at hand weighed heavily on her mind, good food and gambling seemed to distract her slightly as she gossiped with Ivory Stroud and Daiya on the tram.

As the team entered the lobby, Marcella was bewitched by the aesthetic architecture and design.

"Friends, we have nothing to do until tomorrow."

Those words resonated deep within, she wasn't usually privy to holidays and the prospect of having a whole day to relax and not work was intoxicating. With that in mind she decided it would be a good idea to change into something less.. dark, wishing to blend in with the crowd and the sunny disposition of the resort. As the Donna set off towards the lifts to head to their accommodation, Marcella followed suit wishing to unpack and change, grinning at any of the team she passed out of modest excitement as well as conversing should anyone talk to her.

Once she reached her room, she dumped her bag on the bed and immediately began searching for cameras or anything of the sort. Eventually appeased that she was not being watched, she elected to not unpack her bag out of habit, not keen on losing her gear if she had to leave quickly. She did, however, unpack her modified ND21 (x), hiding it by her bed with easy access should it be required. Once sorted, Marcella changed into a brighter dress with her sidearm still kept close-by, discreetly hidden with a garter holster.

Now ready, she sat on the bed for a short while, taking a moment to relax before heading out into the resort.

 

[Cartri Keswoll]

Location: Resort
Objective: Get to the room and head off to the pool as quickly as possible
Tags: Daiya / Ivory Stroud / Gabriel Lynch / Marcella Fiora / Kal

Cartri joined the others on the ramp as they all calmly waited for it to open. Only a few moments later did they have to wait until the fresh breeze of the planet flooded into their faces, something of which forced the ginger haired boy to take a much needed breath to take in nonpolluted air for once. Adjusting his backpack, he made his way off the shuttle and listened to Ivory's words of a tram bringing them to the resort.

For his trip here, he only bought the essentials. Extra pairs of clothing, chill and smart. Swimming gear, even though the possibility of actually testing it out was slim. Hair gel to keep his hair nice and swell and other things that made him smell nice. Not just because he wanted to impress a certain girl, but to make him fit nicely in the mission.

The prospect of what was coming up was magnifying as Cartri and the rested stepped into the tram, soon after setting off at speeds towards the heavenly resort that awaited them. As they grew closer, his eyes could help but widen and shine from the first sight of where they were staying. The pools were massive, the scenery looked absolutely a-mazing and the sky actually looked blue compared to the always gray and rainy skies of Denon. It was obvious he'd love to stay here longer, but at the end of the day, they had a mission to do.

Once their tram had reached the end of the line Cartri thought he'd be getting away scot free, yet Ivory had other ideas. Without even saying a word she left the men to drag along their luggage with as well as their own. Sulking from ear to ear, he did it out of the kindness of his heart anyway and the fact she could probably kill him in an instant if she wanted to.

Entering the lobby of the extraordinary vacation grounds they all walked up to the front desk and waited as Ivory sorted out the important details. Even if it was only for a day, he knew it was going to be something to remember. He glaced over to Daiya and shot her a quick smile, thinking about all the stuff they could in the short time. The pool was the first order of business, and possibly a hang out he had promised to uphold before he went to Juvie.

"Sweet..." the boy said with a wide smile across his face. Having a room by himself was going to be perfect, no snoring, no strange noises, everything seemed to be getting better and better. The icing on the cake was the fact they had a free day to do whatever they wished. It appeared he was going to be poolside sooner than he thought. Although, being in the water was going to be a different story.

Cartri said his farewells to the crew and grinned at Daiya before he jogged up to his room, choosing to waste no time getting changed and chill poolside for some much needed peace. Clad in a pair of waterproof trunks, flip flops, and a generic short sleeved t-shirt he made it to the area in record time. No one else was here for now, so he took up the nearest sun lounge and made himself comfy. To him, that was all he needed...

 

[Gabriel Lynch]

GABRIEL LYNCH - LA FAMILIA ENFORCER​

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Location: The Resort Hotel, Lobby > Hotel Rooms.
Objective: Protection Detail - Ivory Stroud .
Inventory: Colt.45 Slugthrower Pistol // Light Repeating Blaster.
Nearby: Ivory Stroud // Daiya // Marcella Fiora // Diocletian Kahmen’’a // Cartri Keswoll .

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"My contact is more of an asset than you know.
With deeper pockets, too. You're getting paid, don't worry about that."
​

Gabriel Lynch believed it, Ivory Stroud wouldn't send him out on a dead-end job without good reason and this particular job reeked of well-to-doer's with too many credits than their small little lives were worth; the teenagers excluded. He still wasn't convinced, but then it wasn't his role to make such decisions either; sure he'd have chosen professionals to come along for the ride were it his role to organize, but for the time being he had to place trust in the fact that the Donna knew what she was doing, and who she was doing it with.

"I'll take your word for it..." He replied, fewer words with subliminal meaning had been spoken.

From there it seemed the women would go about some kind of gift exchange, a business that Gabriel himself didn't need to be there for. Instead, he moved away from the rest of the group and pulled out a packet of cigarro's, placing one between his lips and then flicking open a golden zippo-styled lighter to ignite the end with. The old school lighter being something of a signature piece for the grizzled old killer.

Walking into the main lobby of the Resort Hotel garnering no small amount of looks from the occupants within, plenty of civilians all around with a decent number of security staff placed in the typical positions around the vast complex, ensuring all entrances were covered as well as the turbo-lifts and stairwells. Gabriel took them all in stride, eyeing every aspect of the security detail they had on sight, doing his best to memorize the layout of the place and their armaments to ensure they were prepared in the case of things going south.

"Darling, Do mind the luggage! Leave the larger one toward the front - that has my bathing suits!".
​

He didn't respond. Ivory knew that he wouldn't be happy being treated to such a remedial job, yet nor would he voice his resentment for the fact publically in front of the rest of the group; she held more of his respect than to do such a thing. All things aside, he was one of the staunchest of the men among them, so showing a little muscle probably didn't hurt either.

Something to keep in mind, least any of the others got any funny ideas.

 

[Diocletian Kahmen’’a]

Location: The Resort Hotel, Lobby > Hotel Rooms., later at the bigger of the resort's bars
Objective: Espionage and Intel Gathering
Equipment: Scimitar Railgun Carbine Rifle Thermal Detonators
Tag: Ivory Stroud | Gabriel Lynch | Daiya | Cartri Keswoll | Marcella Fiora
Writing with: Gabriel Lynch

They arrived at their destination and Diocletian's mood has flatlined to cold grumpiness and stoic alertness. The journey was uneventful. The Ubese chafed at the idea of doing nothing, he picked his luggage, his was the one with his name on it and travel stickers. Tovald insisted on them. He had little with him except for weaponry and datapads. He had no use for swimwear as he can't tolerate Type 1 atmospheres for very long. He needs a room that is suited for his needs.

Taking his key from Ivory with a nod of thanks, he had realised by the code on the fob it was a room that was designed with Ubese in mind, so he will be able to stay comfortable and have a shower. But he was never one to just do nothing so he will have to do something useful later in the day. Because he was not suited to just sit and do nothing.

Once the room pressurised to the correct atmosphere, Diocletian took off his helmet and placed it on the chest of drawers. He was starting to show his age, he mused grumpily as he counted a large collection of grey hairs, clashing with his usually raven black hair. Well, it could be worse, he could be bald.

15 minutes later he was refreshed and he had a spare suit, so he doesn't need to worry about not being protected. He liked wearing the same thing, after all, practicality is greater than how it looks to others. He spent another half hour in his room before donning his helmet and heading back out again.

He was annoyed, they were supposed to be on a job not be on their holidays. He had not signed up to loaf around. But the lure of drink made him pause in his codemnation of the idea of relaxation. Sure, several drinks won't hurt, besides he needs to start recon but the lure to drink pulled his focus to the large bar nearby.

A little while later Diocletian tore himself away from drinking to seek out his potential partner in actually being the "ears on the ground". He went through everyone present to find someone with the ability. Gabriel may be the best choice, and the guy is capable enough and he did not seem to mess around when business needs to be done.

But he lost track of where everyone when he had slammed his hotel door earlier in the day.

 

[Kal]

Watcher blended in quite well at the resort, just one concierge among many; Zeltrons, too, were a common sight, for their empathic abilities were undeniably useful in the service industry. If someone was silently sulking in the resort, there was a good chance an employee would notice and attempt to rectify the situation - it was not expensive for nothing.

The Donna was not currently feeling down, but she was intercepted nonetheless. "Welcome, Ms. Allos. I have been assigned as your concierge for the duration of this stay; if you have any questions or requests, let me know."

He would join her and any others heading up in the elevator, but no outsiders joined them. As soon as the doors closed, the pleasant mask gave way to businesslike manners. "The cameras are offline, for the moment. I will be your contact for the duration of this stay." An ordinary-looking ring appeared from his sleeve and was pressed into her hand.

"Vocal communicator. Your room is clean; if they had equipment before he was taken it has since been removed. You can turn it on or off with a gentle tap, feels slightly warm while active. Day or night, I will be listening." Always listening.

As soon as they arrived at their floor, it was back to empty pleasantries and promises of assistance.

Ivory Stroud | Anyone else in the elevator.​

 

[Daiya]

(Post Soundtrack: "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" by ABBA, cover by GAMPER & DADONI)

The blast of warm, humid air hit the young shadowrunner with a wave of relief. Daiya lost no time in dashing out into the real, unrecycled air of a planet, her face awash in the shining sun. It made everything shimmer before her, the dazzling sights of the gleaming, white buildings, the lapping water of the pools scattered about the resort, and even the air itself drifting down in a gentle breeze from the mountainous backdrop.

Following their group into the hotel's lobby, Daiya fell short of listening to The Donna's entire speech after check-in, distracted by the lobby's perks. A tank of marine creatures ran the circumference of the room, flowing on to parts unknown within the resort, and captivating the teen's imagination for the world. A seed of warmth grew inside her, something to give her reason enough to enjoy the planet, even if it had started out rough by the trip and her conversation with Ivory.

"That means we have everything to do tonight!" Daiya grinned at the raven-haired woman upon receiving her key, hefting her duffel bag to accompany their Zeltron concierge on the lift ride to their line of rented rooms. Her room was nearly as magical as the lobby, a whole suite designed in clean, minimalistic style with geometric patterns hidden in everything. Open doors leading to the refresher and bedroom off to the side let the massive sprawl of the main room infect the teen's mind.

The crescendo of the heavy door latching closed behind her was the only thing to knock the teen from her reverie, and she closed her mouth in turn. Daiya couldn't help the grin that had rooted on her face, she shrugged off her puffer jacket and spun around the room in glee, until she tipped back over the arm of a couch in the center of the room. The teen bounced a few times on the plush cushions before a gasp escaped her face, and she rolled off to dash into the bedroom.

Daiya flung herself, backwards and with arms wide, onto the giant bed's mattress. It embraced her in a luscious, pillowed embrace as the teen sank in a few centimeters, offering up just a giggle for a distress signal. She let out a contented sigh, occupying herself by blowing at the hair that had come tumbling over her face. Eventually Daiya tired of that, and let her eyes close to simply enjoy the plush, comfortable bed.

It was a while until she opened her eyes again, sunlight still streaming into the room of the refreshed and comfy teen. Daiya rarely had such wanton moments of nothingness, the urge to go do something weighed out against her continue enjoying the comfort, tossing the idea back and forth between idle hands. Holding them before her, the teen studied herself for a moment before deciding, her muscles giving only one last groan of protest before she was able to extract herself from the bed's cozy nest.

Unpacking took less time than the young shadowrunner expected, giving her a moment to admire her new set of armor and the dress Ivory had gifted her, both hung up now instead of stuffed in the bag. A frown tugged at her lips, and before Daiya knew it she had the dress off its hanger and posed against her body. The nearby mirror didn't satisfy her, so Daiya set to changing into the gifted formalwear to get the full impression. She pranced and preened before the mirror in the dress, which hugged her curves like she'd never seen before. Pride swelled in her throat, glancing to the last purpose-built outfit she had left in her bag.

Daiya was ready for it.

The girl blushed at her figure in the mirror, this bikini was more revealing than any she'd worn, leaving very little to the imagination. It offered little grace, either, her fair skin and skinny figure stood stark against the colorful pattern of the swimsuit. She didn't care about what The Donna's Family thought of her appearance tonight, but the inclusion of Cartri in their ragtag group made the girl's stomach flip as she tried showing off to the mirror first. Daiya forced her arms to her side, letting them hang instead of folding across her chest as they might like, and took a long breath in. By the time she let it out, the girl had wrapped a pink sarong around her waist, figuring that was as good as she was going to get.

Daiya tucked her room key in the waistband of her sarong, and sauntered out of the room wearing nothing else. She padded barefoot down the corridor, her Denonese spirit missing the comfort of booted feet on the harder floors while dancing around the crushing threat made by the footwear of other guests. The young shadowrunner missed the comfort of her sidearms as well, though she lacked any real place to conceal one in her bikini. A carefree laugh bounced through Daiya's body, tumbling out of her mouth, when she spotted The Family's staunchest enforcer still standing in the lobby where they'd left him.

If only she had her datapad to capture a holo of the moment.

A ringing laugh followed the teen outside and towards the pools, stepping deftly to avoid debris and landscaping hazards on the way. Eventually Daiya located where Ivory had staked her claim, finding her alone so far. The Donna seemed to revel in it just as much as Daiya, who approached the woman with a half-cocked grin on her face. As she set down her room key on a beach chair nearby, tossing the discarded sarong on top of it, she greeted the woman with the grin and a request, "If you're still buying drinks, mine's a Meltdown."

Then Daiya turned to wade into the shallow waters surrounding The Donna's sandy beachhead, diving in once the water was up to her waist. As the teen swam through the clear, pristine waters of the resort pool, the rest of her cares streamed off, flowing like her curls behind her and separating for good.

Ivory Stroud Cartri Keswoll Gabriel Lynch Marcella Fiora Diocletian Kahmen’’a​

 

[Gabriel Lynch]

GABRIEL LYNCH - LA FAMILIA ENFORCER​

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Location: Hotel Room
Objective: Reconaissance
Inventory: Colt.45 Slugthrower Pistol // Light Repeating Blaster
Nearby: Diocletian Kahmen’’a

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Gabriel Lynch didn't complain about having some downtime, instead, he picked up his large black carry-case, somewhat different from the other suitcases as he had not brought much clothing with him at all, but most significantly this reinforced casing boasted pressure locks and a heavy-duty and weather-resistant outer shell. Carried within, held safely in place by the thick upper and lower layers of foam, where his light repeating blaster and variety of attachments for both the rifle as well as his sidearm which he held slung in its holster under one arm.

As everyone had gone their separate ways, Gabriel would head for his own private quarters. He needed a cold stiff drink and sought to prepare himself and his firearms for the job ahead. Judging by the various possible outcomes of the mission, they could well be there for some time before acquiring desirable results for the client and their Darkwire Associates.

Stepping into the private room, the door slid closed behind him with a mechanical hiss, leaving Gabriel to his own devices. Exhaling a heavy sigh under his breath, the grizzled middle-aged man looked around the open living area until he spotted the mini-bar and moved to lower the rifle-case to the floor, intent on seeking out whatever brand of whiskey they had on offer. Honestly, anything would do but there was nothing better than a fine whiskey to help ease the killers' mind.

Seating himself and placing the bottle and glass down upon the stim-caf table ahead of him, Gabriel found a comfortable seat upon one of the living room couches and set about unpacking his firearms. The first to leave its home was the Cantonica Keyboard Light Repeating Blaster, a bit of a love affair for the Familia and a heavy-duty shooter when shit hit the fan. The disk-shaped cartridges consisted of a high number of plasma rounds. The light repeater was a significantly sized weapon with a great deal of firepower, as well as boasting an impressive rate of fire. A confident weapon for a confident hitman, capable of cutting down everything within its path.

In the comfort and silence of his room, Gabriel began to dismantle the weapon into various and individual parts, taking an oiled cloth to the black metal, cleaning with an almost excessive and obsessive detailing of the signature repeater.

Ivory Stroud // Daiya // Marcella Fiora // Cartri Keswoll​

 

[Ivory Stroud]

The Zeltron concierge joined them in the Elevator, and Ivory listened as he explained the status of her room assignment. She accepted the ring, eyeing it before slipping it on a finger - nodding her head at the unspoken implication. They would be under surveillance - she’d assumed it wouldn’t take long for a contact to approach them. She was only mildly surprised it was immediately upon their arrival.

She smiled & went to business immediately - measured looks to those who joined her on the brief trip to their floor - then split from them to approach her room directly. The lock clicked, and she opened the door tentatively… the last time she’d entered a hotel room, she’d discovered a random visitor. She had no desire to repeat the event. The room was decorated in white and shades of gray; artwork depicting calming ocean views & nature scenes decorated a few of the walls, the large king-size bed appeared to have been dressed with Military precision, and a gentle breeze wafted through the room from an open window which looked out across the resort. She closed the door behind her & surveyed the room for a moment before stepping further inside… leaving her luggage near the door.

She crossed the room and approached the window, shutting it firmly; then, she took a second look. The room certainly appeared clean… but not every bug was a living one.

The Donna retrieved a small metallic box from one of her small bags then spent the next twenty minutes sweeping every painting, light fixture, mirror, and appliance; finding nothing. She flipped the mattress over, spilling the covers and pillows on the floor, then inspected beneath it and the frame. Finding nothing, she moved to the mirror near the door to the room; it took her a few minutes to detach it, as it’d been stuck with adhesive to the wall, but with a small knife she was finally able to pry it loose. Nothing.

Every drawer in the room was removed, or left hanging open. She inspected behind the vid screen, turned over the lamps, pulled every painting down from the wall; each set carefully against the mattress. Ivory then began shifting furniture; pulling the desk, night stand, and dresser toward the center of the room & away from the wall. She didn’t find a single discarded piece of paper, a single lost stylus, or a single piece of forgotten jewelry. Unflustered, she then wandered into the small bathroom - flicking on the light and gazing about. A few basic amenities remained beneath the sink, which she removed; then, she laid on her back and crawled inside, inspecting the dark space within. Neither the shower or toilet held any secrets; recently cleaned.

Ivory then retrieved one of the chairs, first inspecting the vent in the bathroom, then moving back into the main area. Neither of the two vents in the room held any secrets, either. At this point, she was beginning to wonder if there was any point in continuing… but she possessed a level of determination few could match. As she spun about in the center of the room she’d left in shambles, hands on her hips, she stopped… staring at one of the small power outlets available for wired electronics. Using the small pen-knife once more, she removed the small bolt holding the fixture in place.

It wasn’t until she reached the third & final fixture, located behind where the desk would have been, that her eyes lit up. Thorough as their contacts might have been, they were not perfect. This particular fixture appeared to have been little-used - most beings rarely sat at a desk to do work in a hotel, anyway - and would have easily been missed had the furniture only been shifted instead of pulled completely away.

With a new-found bounce in her step, The Donna replaced the paintings, mattress, and furniture in-case Housekeeping came calling, then retrieved her luggage. She threw the sliding door to the balcony open to allow the ocean breeze to sweep in once more, then began unpacking her bathing suit.

The entire ordeal had taken her less than an hour & a half to complete. Fifteen minutes later, with a small clutch purse slung over one bare tattooed shoulder, she departed her bedroom with a vibrant sparkle in her eye & a toothy grin on her face.

The central Cabana & swim-beach was the perfect place to spend the remainder of the lovely afternoon.

Ivory had found herself a delightful spot to sit near a bundle of bushy trees which had been warmed by the sun; the air smelled sweet from sun-warmed greenery and wild flowers and the distant sound of crashing waves offered a place of peace & rejuvenation - far from the cares of the Galaxy. The bathing suit Ivory had chosen complimented her figure; sensual & enticing, while leaving much to the imagination. She'd worn a black lacy cover-up until she reached the beach, then removed it; preferring to sunbathe beneath the bright afternoon sun. A pair of tortoiseshell sunglasses with dark lenses protected her eyes from the glare.

As Daiya approached, Ivory appeared to be napping - but in reality, had been watching the Shadowrunner approach. When Daiya joined her, The Donna lifted her head & gave her a grin, inspecting Daiya's appearance approvingly. She could tell her friend felt a little awkward... but Ivory inwardly applauded Daiya's courage.

"If you're still buying drinks, mine's a Meltdown."

Ivory returned the grin, saying nothing - absently raising a hand in a signal toward one of the nearby staff to approach. Each of the staff wore bright white uniforms & black belts and shoes; a distinctive look. As Daiya turned away & began to enter the water, Ivory watched her go... then placed an order for two Meltdowns when the server arrived.

The Donna blew him a kiss & gave him a charmingly disarming grin as he returned to the cabana to fetch their beverages.

Beside the raven-haired Crime Lord's beach chair sat her clutch purse - close to hand - on a small wooden table.

Content in the moment, Ivory readjusted in her chair and closed her eyes for real... Allowing herself a few moments of rest as she basked in the glow of the daylight.

Kal Gabriel Lynch Diocletian Kahmen’’a Daiya Marcella Fiora

 

[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L AㅤF I O R A

Location: The Grand Astral Resort of Lorinia
Tag: Ivory Stroud , Gabriel Lynch, Diocletian Kahmen’’a , Daiya , Cartri Keswoll ​

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Casino Time!
Now changed into more appropriate attire, Marcella approached the balcony to take a moment for herself and enjoy the views, the mountains and landscape was unfamiliar yet a welcome change from the overbearing metal aesthetic of the ecumenopolis planets she was so familiar with. After staring into the distance for a considerable amount of time, she elected to finally leave her room to begin making her way into the casino, hoping to swindle rich guests of their money with some games of sabacc, a game she was more than familiar with, as well as to scope the place out.

She took the long way around, heading through the lobby and past the pools of the resort, spotting Ivory Stroud and Daiya on the way, both seeming to enjoy both the sun. Making it into the casino, the first port of call was, of course, the bar~ no reputable resort is complete without one. Lighting a fresh cigarra, she took a seat at the bar, calling a bartender, "Rum, Corellian, on the rocks if you would.." she requested before turning around to face the casino to size the place up, guests and security alike.