Red Skies

[Delila Castillon]

Barseg | One Week Prior |


Freighter pulled into a dirty port, one of the many docking ports located in the lowest caste neighborhood. Most of society dared not to look in the direction of the neighborhood let alone set foot anywhere near its streets. As a result crime was allowed to flourish in plain view. Citizens who lived in the neighborhood had no recourse,they were the lowest of the low on the planet. No one would pour time and resources into their problems.


Crime syndicates had set up shop and their latest venture was slavery. Chaos was raging in the core : Coruscant First and the Sith attacks on Alderaan, Kuat and other core planets. Unrest on Onderon. Disorder in the galaxy was always ripe for such a venture. When the governments couldn't even feed citizens let alone protect them. The weak and those on the fringes of society were rounded up, never to be seen again.


| Coruscant, Alderaan Embassy | Current Day | [member="Laira Darkhold"] |


In the aftermath of the Sith attacks the remaining network of buildings had become crowded. The Embassy had hundreds of underground apartments for staff - everyone from security to maids to janitors and every job description in between. Typically the lower levels were the most crowded and busy but with recent events the entire Embassy was packed. Currently every single space was being taken up - from the high level penthouses for rich Senators to cots stretched out in storage rooms. Space was at an absolute premium - Delila had never seen it so crowded.


When she had been called up and paired with a young woman named Miss Darkhold it was almost a relief. Days had been long. Keeping security tight was a near impossible challenge. From the sparse information received about her assignment with Darkhold it was going to be an investigation. Not her favorite of assignments but at this point it was a welcome relief.


Hand came up to rub her eyes in the long lift ride up to the meeting room. The redhead silently hoped the other woman wasn't going to be overly annoying. It would make a long day even longer.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Unfortunately for Delila, Laira was known for being bubbly and upbeat for a reason. To a cynic, she'd probably come off as annoying.

The redhead made her way from the docks, her T-95 sitting in a berthing where it was put to take up as little space as possible. The craft was still her favorite, the classic X-Wing design with extended fuel pods, cargo space, and long range sensors designed for accurate transmissions. Plus it was a two-seater, which meant she could fly with a co-pilot to man the rear gun, or more often with her seat pushed back scanning the holonet on her wrist-com during long flights.

All she had been told so far about the investigation was that it was involving slavers, so at least the princess would be able to pursue one of her passions. Laira had gotten her hair cut, so it wasn't the long flowing locks she'd let grow out, but cropped back to about shoulder-length. She wore blue denim trousers that rode a little low on her hips, black knee-height boots, a white button-down shirt, and a brown vest. Pistol and tools were kept in a holster and pouch on her hip, her lightsaber tucked into her vest where it was concealed but she could grab it easily enough if she needed it.

Ranger Darkhold didn't spend much time on Coruscant, and so the overcrowding didn't seem so bad to her. It seemed like how she expected the Galactic Capital City to be as she made her way into the Alderaanian Embassy with a grin, sauntering past a few people with a confident stride and sway to her gait.

It didn't take her very long to find the lift to the meeting room she was supposed to rendezvous with someone who worked alongside House Organa, a D. Castillion whose personnel file Laira had neglected to read. She much preferred to meet people with a clean slate than to make assumptions based off someone else's experiences. With a smile she entered the meeting room, "Hiya," she said, seeing another redheaded woman already waiting for her. "You must be miss Castillion, I'm Laira Darkhold, Ranger Corps. How are ya?" She didn't stick out her hand, she was a hugger after all.

[member="Delila Castillon"]

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Laira Darkhold"]


Before she could say 'Call me Dells' , before she could extend her hand in greeting the young redheaded woman had firmly grasped her in a hug. Delila didn't take too kindly to personal space intrusions or overly affectionate displays. Only a very small handful could get away with such a gesture and Ranger Darkhold certainly was not one of those people.


Delicately a hand went between them and Delila did her best to pry herself away from the girl without (hopefully) hurting any feelings. It was already going to be a very long trip judging from their first interactions.Mentally she groaned but outwardly she just gave a small, tight smile.


"Delila, yes." The older redhead took a bit of a step back. "You must be Ranger Darkhold. I assume you've read the briefs on the situation? A large number of citizens are disappearing. Trafficking of some sort, always tends to happen during these events. Naturally, we don't want any of Alderaan's citizens to merely drop off the face of the galaxy."


"You've been in combat before I hope?"