Private Search for the Mystic: Tracking the Contact

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Nothing reminded her more of the outer rim than a shady backwater cantina. Or a stripclub, in this particular case. Her eyes rested on a scantily clad Cathar woman standing atop one of the podiums, seductively swaying her hips to attract the customers' attention. Yeah, places like this were truly what came to mind if someone mentioned the Outer Rim.​

While she would have rather been somewhere else, the Jedi Master didn't have much of a choice. They were here to get a lead on an abducted Voss Mystic. Apparently her captors had made contact to someone here, in a subsurface bar on Freehold. The message was encrypted and difficult to decipher. Therefore, it was up to her and a Padawan she knew only by name to find this contact.​

Sakadi took a sip of her gin as her gaze shifted over the many strange aliens present in the club. Most looked like thugs, or were on their way to become thugs. They were far away from the Order's jurisdiction, which meant that getting involved in a fight here would definitely end badly. It was something they would have to prevent at all costs. And yet, she came prepared.​

She was fairly certain that the contact they were looking for wasn't going to come quietly. He wouldn't be a match for two Jedi of course, so he would likely take the second option. He would most likely attempt to escape the minute he saw them, and given that they were underwater, a lot of swimming could be involved. That was why Sakadi wore a modified armor-like wetsuit, concealed by her cloak. The master could only hope that the Padawan who accompanied her had thought of this outcome as well.​

The white-haired Jedi would draw the Force to her for a brief instant. Without looking at the man, she would reach out to his conscious, leaving a message in her own, feminine voice which only he would be able to hear.​

"Did you bring the tracking fob with you? We're not here to relax after all."​

Fillion Orville

 

[Fillion Orville]

Believe it or not, Fill didn't like these places. Yea, there were pretty women and stuff here, but you couldn't really chat then up or anything; it was like a creepy museum in his mind, save that the exhibits were alive and instead of old people there were greasy men. Of course, from the outside this wouldn't have seemed obvious, he seemed rather at home here. Concealed under his trenchcoat was the wet suit he was really hoping wouldn't need to be used. He had actually come prepared; something Zemmie would never believe. He was half way into his Ruby Blitz, his eyes glancing between his drink and the jedi Master he'd be working with. She was certainly pretty, but inital attempts to hit on her either fell flat or were ignored, so he had fallen back to his stoic scoundral facade.

Again, she did the weird mind speaking thing, which prompted a slight wince from his discomfort with this method of talking. "Hey, don't stress it. I got my mind on two things: your lovely complexion and the task at hand. Not to worry though, I'm great at multitasking, been doing it since we walked in here." He sipped from his glass again, looking to the Cathar woman who was taking quite a bit of credits from a very excited Rodian. "Well, she's certainly having a payday." He muttered, before taking a gander of the place. He had dealt with shifty people before, they always traveled in pairs and had very obnoxious laughs; sadly he couldn't see such people in the club at current. He felt the hard metal of his blaster sitting against his leg, and his finger gently tapped the side of the glass in rhythm to the music that pulsated through the club. Sooner this bastard showed up the better, Fill would much rather be buying the lovely jedi a drink rather than doing a stake out, but work always came first. Now they would just have to keep on waiting.

Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Sakadi leaned back against the cushions of her seat, ignoring another one of the Padawan's many attempts to flirt with her. Releasing a short exasperated sigh, the Jedi lifted her glass again. Just as she wanted to take another sip, however, the tracking fob activated. Sakadi's ears twitched when the short, high-pitched sounds caught her attention. "Well, we're about to have quite the payday ourselves.." she telepathically responded to his remark. "Show me the tracking fob please."

With the tracking fob, it was easily to determine who exactly their target was. Truth be told, the Jedi Master had no idea what the contact looked like. In fact, nobody did. All they could hope for, was that the tracking fob would not fail them.

After a short scan through the crowd, The lavender-skinned woman found their target. A woman dressed casually, yet fancy. Unlike the Sephi expected, however, the woman did not stop at the bar for a drink. She walked straight past it, heading for a door in the back, followed by some shady looking men.

Placing her drink back on the table, Sakadi rose from her seat. Although she didn't want to admit it, this mission was most likely going to include some violence after all.
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Fillion Orville

 

[Fillion Orville]

Once again, he had come in hot and been promptly shot down. Either he had lost his game, or Sakadi was just not that into him. Oh well, her loss. He wasn't that into her anyways; besides, he wouldn't want to make Zemmy jealous, if he came back after scoring with a jedi master she would not be pleased. He grinned at the idea of that, though it was wishful thinking at best.

He went back to his drink, mending his bruised ego and focused solely on the task at hand. A small sound caught his ear, and apperently Sakadi had caught it too. Her words were just reaching his mind as he went to retrieved the fob, his eyes looking to see where their target was. He took up his glass in his free hand, flashing the fob to Sakadi as the pair honed in on the mark. The snazzy lady and her back up group certainly stuck out, though the numbers certainly weren't on their side; the target that was, he and Sakadi would be just fine. "Pure pazzak." He muttered, seeing the woman and her escorts move on by, clearly they were going somewhere, and it was up to the two jedi to make sure they didn't get there. He finished his drink, waiting for Sakadi to leave first before following in her wake. He wasn't sure how they were going to open up this encounter, but he felt a sucker punch might be the best method of approach.

Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Sakadi kept looking straight at the backdoor, which had her undivided attention. She had a thousand tricks up her sleeve, but none were going to get her in a highly suspicious, secured criminal quarters. She doubted that there would be another way in, given that the entire building stood submerged in freehold's deep and vast ocean. Of course, they could try to go the long way around, but they'd risk losing their target that way. And for once, Sakadi preferred certainty over caution.

Her gaze shifted from the door to the adjacent tables and small podiums, taking note of who were near this exit. It quickly became apparent to the Jedi Master that these people, while trying to be as nonchalant as possible, were obviously guarding that specific exit. While the Sephi had no qualms about using force once they were inside, out here in public was a different case. As a Jedi, she would only use violence as a last resort, especially if innocent bystanders could get injured. Plus, the chances of forcing her way through here would most likely result in a large scale bar fight, which could get out of hand very easily. All things considered, the Jedi realized she had only one possible card to play. It seemed like this was going to be one of those missions again...

The Sephi took off her cloak and turned to her fellow Jedi. "I'm going in, we need to get to her before she runs off again." she conveyed, her mental tone decisive and confident. Tying the cloak to her waist, she continued. "I trust your master taught you well, and you'll be able to find your own way in?" to Sakadi, this was a rhetorical question and therefore she wouldn't wait for an answer. Instead, she continued to alter her appearance by letting down her long white hair, which she had in a messy bun. With a slight summon of the Force, the gin-filled glass slid over the table to Sakadi's open hand, finishing her make-over.

The Jedi Master would convey one last telepathic message, before slipping into the crowd. "Also, no lightsabers. I don't want this to get out of hand."

Approaching the back of the club, Sakadi would add one last touch to her appearance. The Jedi slightly pulled the zipper on the front of her wetsuit down to what she considered to be an appropriate height for this occasion. After all, the more distracted the minds of her opponents were, the easier she could deal with them.

Right before the entrance, the Jedi was halted by a single thug. Before he could speak up, however, Sakadi had already made her move. With the Force, the Jedi reached out, touching upon the distracted and unsuspecting conscious mind of her victim. Perhaps she couldn't exclaim a single word, but she was far beyond that level with the mind-trick technique. All she needed to do, was convey her unspoken order.

Escort me inside.

The tall Aqualish looked a little confused for a moment, but swiftly recovered. He turned, putting one of his large arms around her and guided her to the door. With a mischievous wink to the other guards, Sakadi entered the criminal quarters. All she could hope for now, was that the Padawan would find a way in as well.

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[Fillion Orville]

Sakadi seemed be prepping herself to get herself on in there, and Fill was left wondering how in the heck he was going to get on inside. Maybe in another life he'd be a beautiful woman and have the ability to work his way past a bouncer, but this wasn't that life. Once again, Sakadi did the weird voice in head thing, as she was going to go and leave him behind. "Oh yea, I got this. You go on in there and set 'em up." He kept the comment about Zemmy never teaching him how to sneak into a place he had no business being, rather his life experiences had taught him that the right situation can get one past anything. Not that it mattered, Sakadi left him midway through his sentence. Yea, great talk. Well the lightsabers wouldn't be an issue, Fill didn't even have one of those, but he did need to find a way into that room; he'd have to get creative. He leaned against the bar-top, looking for something he could work with, when the idea came to him. The bartender was in the midst of putting a bottle of Onderon Spiced Ale onto the counter, and he found his opening. He waved over the Bartender, fishing in his pockets for credits as if he was going to get a drink, when in reality he was focusing on knocking that nice bottle onto the floor. "What can I do you for sir?" The bartender asked, just as Fill was working the bottle for the edge. "Just wondering what the most expensive thing you have here is. I got deep pockets and I'm looking to annoy my wife." Which was a lie, he had long since divorced that woman, but then again they weren't exactly married; anyways, the important that was that he was very much lying. "Oh, well, that'd be the Merenzane Gold. Really expensive bottle, here, I'll get it for you." He started, reaching under the counter to pull out the bottle, as well as setting a glass on the counter. "It's three hundred credits per shot." The man explained, as Fill could see he nearly had the bottle knocked off the top. "That so?" He asked, wincing as he honest nature called for him to pay up. He did so, setting the payment on the counter as he took the glass and sipped it. It was just overpriced spice wine. A bit of disappointment set in, as he realized he just wasted three hundred credits on rich people liquor, and gave a dismissive wave; resulting in the bottle of spice ale crash and shatter on the floor. "Oh damn it!" The younger man yelped, as he rushed to clean up the mess, giving Fill his opening.

Looking around, Fill swiped the bottle off the counter, and concealed it within his coat. Seemingly not spotted, he swiped a tray and several discarded shot glasses away while the bartender was distracted, and put to work making his disguise. He was going to be the most laid back server of all time, and it probably wasn't going to work. Pouring out the shots, he set the bottle on the tray, and posed the two shot glasses as if he was about to serve up the most over priced drink in the sector. He did the fancy posture he had seen at more respectable establishments, fingertips holding the tray, positioning it over his right shoulder, with a confidence that suggested he was actually supposed to be there. He nodded to the Aqualish, giving a small smile. "Hey there, just doing a drink run for the boys." He chuckled, hoping that his disarming smile would be the key to getting inside. The Aqualish babbled something he didn't understand, it wasn't Huttese, and it most certainly wasn't Ryl, so he did what he did best, he rolled with it. "What did you call me?" He asked, his tone going from warm and friendly to offended and irritable. The Aqualish seemed confused, putting his hands up as he seemed to be apologizing in a language that couldn't understand. "Listen, I don't care, can you let me in or not? I don't want to lose my job man." It seemed to work, as the Aqualish just waved him on in, though he would be a few minutes behind Sakadi. Yea, there was no way this wasn't going to go horribly wrong.


Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

The door gave the Jedi Master access to a stairway that led her deeper into the complex. Loud music came from downstairs, accompanied by flickering lights and a bass that shook the stairs underneath her. This wasn't just some criminal hideout, this was a VIP party for what she assumed were mob bosses and high tier criminals.

She had to admit, this situation was slightly worrisome. If there were multiple gangs and criminal masterminds involved in this kidnapping, she would have a hard time tracking down the Mystic. With that in mind, Sakadi descended the stairs, glass of gin still in her hand. She had to get to their target soon, for it was the only lead they had. If they lost this woman now, the entire mission would be compromised.

The stairway led the Jedi Master to a small corridor. It was just wide enough for two men to stand next to each other, which was the exact scenario she encountered. Apparently they had a guest list, because the moment they spotted the Sephi one of them pulled out a blaster pistol and approached the wandering Sephi. "Hey! You're not allowed to b-" the man's exclamation was cut short by the glass of gin that shattered against his forehead. She was in no mood to persuade them that she did belong here, especially because the lavender-colored Sephi was in a hurry.

Her sudden throw and the impact of her glass made the man stagger, causing him to fire the pistol in Sakadi's direction. The Sephi reacted with astounding speed, evading the blaster bolt and closing the distance between her and the thugs. The second man threw a punch in her direction as she closed in, but the Jedi caught his arm and spun, performing a swift shoulder throw.

The thug with the blaster pistol recovered just in time to see his ally fly through the corridor. His state of confusion was ended by Sakadi, who kicked the pistol out of his hand before he could aim it. The Sephi wouldn't give him a chance to retaliate either, releasing a short burst of telekinetic energy. It would hit the thug straight in the abdomen, ramming him against the wall. It wouldn't be enough to knock these men out, but she frankly didn't have the time to properly deal with them. Stepping over the thug, Sakadi continued down the corridor. If they got back up, she was certain Fillion would take care of them.
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Fillion Orville

 

[Fillion Orville]

Well, he thought he was in the clear. As the worst dressed server this side of the planet, Fill moved on down the stairs, having heard the last few moments of a scrap between the jedi master and the body guards; did someone fire off a blaster? His pace quickened, as he was still holding the tray with the drinks and the over priced alcohol. Rounding the corner, he found two men laid out in the hall. One laid slumped up as if someone had socked him in the face, the other was laid out face front on the ground. So much for avoiding violence, and who was the jedi master here? One of the men let out a groan, as Fill could see the man start to rise, his blaster pistol within reach as he began to get up, still groggy from whatever Sakadi had done to him.

"What the feth was that?" He muttered, rising up, holding his head as Fill was starting to enter the hall. "Hey buddy, you doing alright?" Fill asked, stepping over the legs of the second guard, trying to figure out how he was going to knock this guy out. The man he was speaking to didn't react so nicely to him however, as the man went for the blaster, shoving it in his direction. "What are you doing here? Drop the tray!" The man demanded, a slow trickle of blood flowed from his forehead. "I'm just the server boy man, calm the feth down." He responded, stopping in place and setting the tray down. Big tough guys like this were pretty insecure about how they came off to others, so Fill had a plan; yea he could just straight up shoot the man dead if he wished, but that wasn't his style. "Turn around, hands where I can see them, don't try nothing!" "Who died and made you a sector ranger?" "Shut it!" "Alright officer, keep your pants on." Fill muttered, turning his back towards the man, though focused on the bottle that he had left on the tray. "So you do this to every man that comes down here, or just the cute ones?" Fill mused, hoping to keep the man distracted, least so he could finish the job. "What the hell you on about?" "Oh come on, I saw how you were eye ballin' me. Not interested, but I'm flattered." He focused on the bottle, taking hold of it, as the moron with the blaster in hand began to step closer towards him, clearly annoyed with what the padawan was saying. Listening to the man's voice, Fill felt his ploy was working, as with each word the idiot was getting closer to him. "What are you trying to say?" "All I'm saying buddy, is that if this is how you flirt with guys you are terrible at it." "What the hell is wrong with you?" "Clearly nothing, given your so fixated on me, making me a little uncomfortable honestly." "Say one more word and I will shoot you!" He was right up on him now, just an arms reach away. Fill took it. He threw the bottle at the man, smashing it against his face, as the smuggler dropped down, as a blaster shot sailed over his head, the man hitting the wall as he held his bleeding face. Fill rose up, throwing a punch to the man's throat, then drove his knee into his gut. A low groan came from the man's lips, as the wind was knocked out of him. Fill dropped a knee right into the man's back, and felt his body just give. The guard slumped forward, his face bleeding, and hopefully he wouldn't be getting up any time soon. "Well, so much for not being violent." Fill muttered, brushing off his coat as he picked up his tray and followed after Sakadi; hopefully she hadn't killed everyone in the room by the time he reached her.
Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Further down the hallway, Sakadi stumbled upon more resistance. A Nautolan kicked a door to her right open, attempting to take her by surprise. His attempt was far from successful, for Sakadi had already sensed his combination of adrenaline and determination. She swiftly grabbed the blaster pistol, harmlessly directing the barrel of the weapon to the ceiling as the Nautolan pulled the trigger. With the back of her free hand and a little help from the Force, Sakadi slapped him hard in his face. The Nautolan would stumble backwards, giving her the opportunity to snatch the pistol out of his hand. "You little!" the Nautolan regained his footing, ready to engage Sakadi in hand to hand combat. Yeah, like she was going to give him that chance. The Sephi slammed the open door hard against the thug, dropping him with relative ease.

Sensing no further hostility coming from the Nautolan, Sakadi continued down the corridor. She felt two more hostile presences, thugs who quickly made themselves known. Unlike the Nautolan who had waited for his chance, these two came rushing at her. One unarmed, the other with a vibroknife. "I've had enough of this..." The Jedi Master conveyed with a slightly angry tone. Her voice echoing through their heads made the thugs stop in their tracks. "Out of my way. Now." Perhaps it was more intimidation than persuasion, but at least she wouldn't have to fight these two fine gentlemen.

Her strategy worked: the thugs decided to flee instead of fighting her, rushing back to the room they came from. Only after the Sephi was certain that they had closed and locked the door, did she turn around to look if Fillion had caught up with her already. If he did, she would direct her next message at him.

"I'm so sorry for the mess. I was in a hurry, and out of options."


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Fillion Orville