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Snake in the Grass

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Sluis Van - City of Corlissi
It had taken her some time to get everything in place for her newest project. Careful preparation had to be made because it involved going deep into Alliance space and bypassing the impressive security around the planet. The world held significant shipyards and industrial capabilities, so it was only natural the Alliance wanted the place protected. It just made her job of infiltrating the world for her plan all the harder, but not impossible.

She had arrived a week in advance of when the other side of her operation was supposed to. Slipping inconspicuously in on a freighter transporting several new workers to the planet home to the Sluissi people, she had also been forced to separate her equipment into several components to avoid detection by terminal security. Once through, and in the temporary housing units that the Sluissi gave non-native workers, she had assembled her lab equipment and developed the key component for gaining her test subjects. A harmless virus that would cause symptoms reminiscent of a severe plague in the neighboring sector outside GA space, including the shedding of the scales of the Sluissi. She had unleashed it innocently enough by contaminating the datapad of one of the industrial plant foremen... and it had spread from there.

The city she was in had flown into panic once the virus spread, and then its supposed saving grace had arrived. A small pharmaceutical company called Satvasas Neda MedTech had arrived in the city, claiming they had a cure for the virus. The only catch was that their labs were on the world of Xagobeh and would require some Sluissi volunteers to make sure their cure worked who were willing to travel as they couldn't mass-produce the cure due to their size. The sign-ups had been fast... and the first few of the natives had returned, completely healed. A few had disappeared without a trace, but they had been mainly those with no family or friends. Still, the names kept rolling in and freighter after freighter would leave... and more and more natives started to not come back.

The company's official statement was that the freighters were being raided, but some were starting to whisper that the company was serving an alternative objective. Word would be heading to the Alliance that something needed to be done about the disappearances... and all Eldaah would do is wait to see what the response would be.

[member="Naiad Solari"] [member="Sal Katarn"] [member="Aela Talith"]
 
"Report on our progress gathering the Sluissi?" she asked, using a holographic display to hide her appearance from the con man she had running the front. She hadn't actually revealed what the purpose of all this was, just recruiting these criminals and faux doctors and tricking them into thinking it was simply a kidnapping and eventual ransom operation. To the man in front of her, a Balosar by the name of E'or Yu'garth, she was the mysterious masked patron who was his ticket to easy street.

"Several thousand are already in stasis, as you asked," E'or said, nervously wringing his hands. "We have a further 10,000 slated to be taken later today and more after that."

"You seem nervous E'or, is there something on your mind?" she asked. "The Alliance hasn't responded yet, have they?"

"No... no, our gatherers haven't picked up any trace of Alliance personnel investigating the operation yet," E'or said. "But... I have to ask... what is the purpose of kidnapping these Sluissi? I mean they have great technical expertise so people will pay but... why keep them in stasis and why send them to Xagobah? I haven't heard anything from my guys there beyond confirmation reports that the shipments are being received. It's making me anxious."

"Oh dear E'or, don't you worry your pretty little head about what is going to happen to these Sluissi," she said soothingly, the Force behind her voice now. E'or's eyes started to turn blank as he was placed under a Force Suggestion. "Just keep them coming, we need many more subjects. The virus will soon spread beyond Corlissi and we must have operations ready in the other cities and towns. Am I clear? Just think about the reward you'll be getting once your role is done."

In E'or's mind, he was swimming in credits already. This woman had already given him so much, and this operation she had given him and his men was the best scam he had ever run. No need for him to know they were all expendable once she had enough Sluissi.

"I am yours to command and it will be done," he said, before closing the link. He didn't know she was actually in Corlissi herself, observing whether or not he was actually fulfilling his task. So far, so good. Still... odd that the Alliance hadn't sent anyone to investigate yet.
 
It had been several more days and still no response from the Alliance, which was just perplexing to her. 10,000 Sluissi a day were being taken now from multiple different cities as her pseudo-virus made its round across the world despite their best quarantine efforts. It didn't help that they were yet quarantining other races, just other Sluissi, otherwise they might have been able to stop her from spreading the contagion further. Sitting in the small apartment she was allotted in Corlissi, she watched the current planetary news reporting on new cases of the disease appearing in three more cities in the western hemisphere. At this rate, she would have the test subjects she would need... and more... and no one will have stopped her.

"Disappointing," she mumbled. She had expected at least some sort of intelligence unit to appear by now, maybe even a Jedi or two. E'or and his cronies had reported nothing to her except a slow response and investigation by local authorities into disappearances. Apparently, they weren't taking the disappearances seriously as of yet, but then they had been careful not to actually transport anyone to Xagobah that had any sort of influence in the government, economy, or military.

But 10,000 a day... was still 10,000 a day.
 
At first, the Operatives of the Strategic Intelligence Service had been called to Sluis Van to investigate the sudden viral outbreak that had spread throughout the city of Corlissi in the short span of a week. While the origin of the virus and the afflictions it had caused sparked some interest within the Research and Medical divisions of the Intelligence Agency, it was what came afterward that prove to be the most interesting. How curious it was to have some small pharmaceutical company arrive with a supposed cure not long after the outbreak had begun. That had raised several red flags, and when the reports of raided convoys began to stream across the shadowy Director’s desk - the lack of answers had demanded action.

Thus, without delay, despite the myriad of items that needed to be addressed, the mysterious puppet master had amended his Operative’s mission parameters. Instead of viewing these alleged disappearances from afar - it was their turn to do whatever they could to bring the answers into the light, and explain why these people were vanishing in such large numbers.

Enter Naiad. The Thyrusian had always been a man of action. One to arm himself to the teeth and kick down doors as he sought the truth. Here? He would have to try a different approach. One that would test his abilities as a Spy to the limits. Bereft of his armor and beloved sniper rifle, the former Sun Guard moved through the crowded city streets with the intent on blending in with the crowd. He was moving as silently as he could towards the Hangar Deck that these raided Freighter’s were launching from, doing little to seem like he was in a rush, but eager to pluck himself from the undulating press of bodies.

Rubbing a hand across his polished ebony scalp, Naiad activated his sub-dermal communicator before slipping his fingers down into the faded blue pockets of his Dock Worker coveralls.

:: Solari reporting. :: He said silently, trying not to move his lips - just in case anyone was watching. :: Making the approach to the Ess-En-Em-Tee Hangar now. How copy, and Ee-Tee-Ae? ::

| [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Adrian Cassidy"] |​
 
[member="Naiad Solari"] [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] [member="Vexen"]


Where all S.I.S agents so stiff? It was a thought that Micah Talith couldn't quite shake from his mind as the message patched through the earwig. [member="Aela Talith"] was working more with a particular group, and after a bit of prodding got more information from his oldest sister.

The thought of her actually being... well sneaky was a bit hilarious, and while he came to visit her and her new padawan ([member="Jamie Pyne"]), he got a little more than he expected.

And he wasn't talking about a sudden viral outbreak.

Oh no, that sole descriptor was given to the pipsqueak - relatively - with the endlessly messy blonde hair and the orange eyes that matched his.

Enter [member="Kaili Talith"].

Needless to say, I'll handle that shortly. For now, [member="Vexen"] padded beside him, shrouded out of sight.

[ Copy Solari -- Valrain reporting. ] okay so his name wasn't really Valrain but he wanted a cool code name too!

[ Coming up behind you, maybe another five minutes. Out. ]

Swiveling over to his youngest sister, the Talith finally said what he'd been itching to since he saw her.

"Let me guess, you really wanted to see if Aela was actually wearing a padded bra undercover?" Oh did his eyes shine ever so brightly in avid humor.
 
A lazy hand swept on through the datapad as the other rested against Kaili’s cheek. She had never in her life thought that she would be the one to stare down on a spreadsheet of losses and gains, but ever since Coruscant and the expansion of her shop it would seem that she anything but. Not that she didn’t like it, in fact she loved it, but the simple fact that she was now a woman of numbers and strategy deeply amused her; her initial stockholders, not so much. The more she earned the crazier and arbitrary her investments grew. She wanted to prototype anything that she could think of, and ever since a particularly interesting seminar at a convention there was just the one thing that kept circling around the young mechanist’s mind.

The image popped out on a holographic display. A cybernetic arm for the whole world to see. She sighed and shut it down to get herself reacquainted with the real life again. The hand that had tapped against the surface of her pad brushed against the locks of her hair and exposed her eyes to the lights. She shirked, grimaced and covered her eyes to block the pain out. There was a slight ring in her ears but that too faded away rather quickly. Quick enough for her to overhear Micah’s self-proclaimed alias.

Valrain? Her eyebrow perked as her hand reached to deposit the datapad in her backpack and withdraw her walking staff.

“I have no interest in what underwear my older sister wears, Micah.” Her nose scrunched in feigned disgust and her head shook not long thereafter. Micah would know that Kaili was making a joke on his behalf. “It kind of does not concern me.”

“But since we’re on the topic, there is nothing wrong with padded bras. In fact in some situations they are quite great.” Subtle bite of the lip, a slight nod. “Really, really great.”

“No!” Kaili burst out and shook herself awake again. “No, I am not thinking about that right now. Not after having just talked about my own sister.”

A genuine face of disgust fell over her. “Why were we here again, Micah?”

Eyes set on the defel nearby. “... Vex?”

[member="Micah Talith"] // [member="Naiad Solari"] // [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] // [member="Vexen"]​
 
Sometimes Vexen didn't quite follow the sibling banter. Often when she did, she would join in with poking fun at Micah rather than coming to his aid. The years wouldn't change some behavioural patterns that were deeply ingrained in the very fabric of her psyche. Vexen was slow to trust and even though she had been around the other Talith siblings for years she was still apprehensive about joining in with making fun of them in return. Micah, of course, would make half-hearted protests about being ganged up on.

On this occasion she wasn't entirely sure what the joke was. Defels didn't grow a pair of enormous mammaries and certainly didn't use them in genetic selection. Kaili's comments and preferences went flying over her head. She didn't have a culture of her own, had only fleeting memories of her own kind. She simply inherited bits of predominantly human culture. She'd tried reading a magazine aimed at human females of her age and had found it dreadfully boring and given up half way through turning the pages on her datapad. Who even was Drad Litt? Why did it matter if he had a spat with his wife?

For now she had a purple bandoleer across her chest and her goggles were visible. If the area around the hangar was crowded and well lit she would actually stand out less if people could see her. That might seem counter intuitive, but when people saw a shadow trying to sneak by in bright light they tended to react. If she made herself visible enough and walked along with others, people seemed content to merely glance curiously at a relatively rare species. There were enough weird and wonderful sentients in the galaxy after all, even if the defels had been rare before the gulag plague and barely seen for hundreds of years.

"Yeah?" she replied to Kaili. "Oh, the usual. Investiga'e summi', get shot a'. Make fun of Micah."
 
Find Micah? What kind of assignment is this? Why did she send me here to find her brother? He's not even lost! I'm looking right at him!

Jamie followed a short distance behind the Talith boy and his youngest sister, along with some other kind of alien, one that she had never seen, nor heard of before. They were having an interesting conversation however, something about the benefits of a padded bra? Why were siblings debating that anyway? Aela did say her family was quite different from most. She wasn't joking. When the other member of their group spoke though, it was in an odd sounding accent, though given she'd never encountered the species before it was no real surprise. What she did catch on to however, was the word investigate. If Jamie wasn't certain she had found the right group before, she was now. They were hardly keeping their mundane conversation quiet, not that they needed to keep quiet a conversation about bras.

The girl had been following for several minutes now, doing her best to look inconspicuous, though she was far from the definition of stealthy or even sneaky. She was, after all, an 18 year old girl with little in the way of espionage training. The best she'd done in her past was sneak out of a bedroom window to meet up with some friends back home on Naboo, or stow Kurt away in her bedroom back on Cartao during her previous training there. It was comedic how terrible she was at it really. She was entirely focused on what it was she would tell Micah though when he finally noticed her. Hi, your sister sent me to find you. That sounded lovely.

While she continued to bounce ideas of how to announce herself to the group without coming off as a total lunatic she proceeded to follow about five meters behind the others, muttering quietly as her feet padded against the duracrete beneath her.

[member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Naiad Solari"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
 
Five. Minutes. Behind. There were plenty of things that the Operative could’ve said in response, and many of them weren’t pleasant. However, as they were siblings and friends of one of the greatest Field Agents that the Director has ever seen - Naiad held his tongue. It wouldn’t do him, nor those missing people any good if he went off on a random tangent about how they were inexperienced and - He stopped mid-step and slipped out of the crowd. His instincts trained and honed over the years of sleuthing through the shadows had told him that now was not the time for an errant train of thought. He could reflect on the mission after it was complete, but until then the former Sun Guard needed to be focused - lest those captive souls are lost forever without the barest hint as to what happened.

Pressing his back against the durasteel wall, he casually deactivated his subdermal implant with a throat-clearing cough. It was a risky move, as the nearest couple of indigenous lifeforms swiveled their gazes towards him and glared. They must’ve believed him to be afflicted with some Human-centric virus, as the pair of Sluissi slithered away from him as fast as their bodies could allow. With the outbreak hanging heavily over everyone’s head, it was a common belief that whomsoever showed any signs of illness was affected by this molting virus. Even those that weren’t natives were believed to be susceptible, thus spawning the over cautious - if not paranoid populace to act accordingly.

“Better make those a quick five minutes,” He whispered to himself, before rejoining the swarming tides.

In the distance, beyond the writhing wall of reptilian figures, his dark eyes had glittered with interest as he caught sight of the facility that the Satvasas Corporation was using to transport the afflicted to their Offworld Facilities. There, they would find the answers of why these transports had been raided, and why those that managed to make it passed that turbulent sector of space had never returned...

| [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Adrian Cassidy"] |​
 
[member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"] |[member="Naiad Solari"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]​
[ Don't worry, we got this! ] Micah quickly chirped back, only to hold up one vertical finger at his sister trying to one up him by utilizing his words for her joke. Instead he pushed the comm button with certain flare and emphasis as he cut the transmission short.[ Over! ]

"Look, Kai, " he began rather dramatically with a big sigh, as if humoring the younger blonde. "I know you are all -- Wooo boobs and all about your girl-toy-- but try to focus here!" one finger went in to boop the tip of Kaili's nose for emphasis.

It was all likely that he was not going to get that finger back.

Glancing around, he narrowed his gaze at his best friend. A roll of his eyes and he motioned for them to get a move on. "Seriously, what is it with you women?" he managed to quip out, not at all phased but more making commentary for humor's sake. If anything, Micah was the first to poke fun at himself.

"Do you each congregate and have little meetings on how to pick on your, " he swung his mischievous gaze over to Kai "devilishly handsome older brother?" oh he was laying it thick, a dimple showing at the joviality he felt.

"Come on, we have to get going," he encouraged them to walk a bit faster, spinning on the balls of his feet to turn back to look at the two. That's when he narrowed his eyes. Huh. With it being a crowd and all, it was pretty easy to blend in. It was also pretty easy to discern when someone was being rather off.

This someone in particular doing a rather terrible attempt at trying to be low key. Micah decided to test something.

"Duck left, should be a short cut to the hanger." turning to glance at Vexen, he gave her a small nod. "I want to test something..."
 
An involuntary tsk forced Kaili to snicker at Vexen’s remark. “Same old then.” She added as her brother rolled his eyes. He took a deep breath, sighed, made a remark and felt the incendiary stare of a sister spurred. Finger encroaching on her space, contact made as an armored glove squished against soft skin. A swift hand reached up to grab a hold of the man’s finger and give it a very firm squeeze before letting go.

“At least I have one.” Was all she could mutter before letting the boy go on. “Oh we don’t have to congregate for that.” She quickly added as he turned around to look at her again. The bitterness still lingered there, but it quickly faded into nothing once Micah urged them to speed up.

And, of course, Micah being Micah he wanted to try something.

… ‘Try’ something.

Kaili looked over her shoulder to see the blonde following them. Aela’s apprentice, most likely. Kaili figured.

Attention went back to her brother. “Uh huh, and this something wouldn’t happen to include seeing if Aela’s apprentice loses track of us if we start running in the wrong direction, would it?”

[member="Micah Talith"] // [member="Naiad Solari"] // [member="Jamie Pyne"] // [member="Vexen"] // [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]​
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
[member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Naiad Solari"]
PLEASE ENTER YOUR AUTHORIZATION CODE
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ERROR, AUTHORIZATION CODE INCORRECT.
Cassidy looked at that message for a moment.

"Kark me sideways." He gutted out, before sending a brief look around the area. The agent was sitting on a bench, nearby their eventual target - the Satvasas facility - and waiting for his partner to arrive on the scene. In the meanwhile he had been trying to access some of the mission dossiers again, but.... yeah.

Oh, wait, caps were still on. Ha.

Once again he typed out the codes and this time Adrian found himself inside the mainframe.

There wasn't much to go on, sadly. A lot of suspicions, some coincidences and a whole lot of sick sentients, it amounted to very little in Cassidy's opinion. But once the boss-man sends ya out, there ain't much you can do besides run along and try to catch the crap before it falls on your shoes.

Figuratively speaking. Well, except that one time he got assigned to that Dathomiri investigation - the Rancor poodoo was raining down in spades that day.

:: Dancer on the scene. :: Cassidy mumbled out, hiding in plain sight. He had noticed a long time ago that if you acted as flamboyant as possible, people stopped taking you seriously - this was perfect when your main job description was to get in and out, get whatcha need and get a drink at the end of the day.

:: I see you Solari, what's our game plan? ::
 
[member="Adrian Cassidy"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Naiad Solari"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] @Vexen

"And we have another shipment in Corlissi being loaded even as we speak," E'or was saying. "However..."

She held up her hand for him to stop talk, her masked face tilted as she sensed... ah so someone was finally here. Excellent, it had taken them awhile to get on station but the signatures of a few Masters were clearly present now.

"Let me guess, you had some unauthorized access to our servers?" she asked. The Balosar blanched and nodded dumbly, surprised that she had known. Was his employer spying on them to make sure they were doing as they were told?

"They didn't get much, just a few details on some patient movements and a few reports we filed about some of the 'attacks' on our transports," E'or said. "Looks like the work of some two-bit hacker who thinks himself the next Cryax Bane in my opinion. We'll handle anything these snoops might do, Ma'am."

"See that you do," she said, cutting off the communications and removing her mask. A small smile was on her face as she glanced around the apartment she was staying in before she grabbed the datapad containing all pertinent information on those having been sent so far. They had acquired over 200,000 subjects for her experiments on Xagobah, and she would be departing for her Master's lab there soon herself to oversee the process. Still, best to remain on station until E'or and his men gave up the ghost. They didn't know about the little implant each had been subjected to secretly, their memories of the event scrubbed. The Alliance would get enough information to come to Xagobah to 'stop' her, but E'or and his men... they were rapidly outliving their usefulness... in this form anyways.
 
Downwind, Vexen had noticed the presence of the girl following them. She could also sense someone focussing their attention upon them, even if it felt like a benign focus. So when Micah made his suggestion, Vexen was already stretching out with her senses. There were several small alleys branching off from the one Micah had indicated. Planning ahead, she considered the next steps. She would press into the darkest alley, abandon her bandoleer then fall into step behind...

"Aela's apprentice?" Vexen asked quietly. Her train of thought was thoroughly derailed. Part of her had already been mentally preparing for excitement. "Oh," Vexen added, looking over her shoulder at the entirely ordinary looking blonde girl. Even though no one had been listening to her internal planning, she still felt quite abashed. Instead she returned to talking about Micah, though she made an effort to pick up the pace. The defel could be quick enough when she wanted to be, but she wasn't built for covering ground with long strides like Micah.

"Devlish? Red skin, horns, slobbering over your own twisted fangs?"
 
Oh for karks sake come on!

Jamie was hardly in the mood for a chase. She was still wondering why she was even here. Was her brother in on this or something and trying to make it difficult for her? Or trying to test her? This whole thing was ridiculous. She felt like an idiot chasing after this guy and the others. It was hard enough digging to find what planet he was even on, not to mention where.

Don't make me chase after you!

Ugh.

As the three disappeared around the corner of the street up ahead Jamie picked up the pace and broke into a sprint to catch up so not to lose them. In her head she finally decided what she would say when she finally managed to catch up to him. Light footsteps hit the pavement one after the other, sunny blonde hair rising and falling from the high ponytail after each stride. This is stupid! She thought, rounding the corner before awkwardly halting her pace immediately to see that the other three had barely walked ten feet when she came about.

Interestingly enough all three were not even walking in the direction she assumed, but instead had stopped, and turned to wait for her.

Awkward.

[member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] | [member="Adrian Cassidy"] | [member="Naiad Solari"]
 
Tossing a casual glance over his shoulder, Naiad saw something that he really, really wished that he didn’t see. His comrades were stalling with trivial matters when innocent lives were on the line. That was unacceptable, and like the dutiful soldier he was, the Director would know of this when their team’s check-in timer had expired. The former Sun Guard cursed silently under his breath and slowly swiveled his gaze back towards the hangar. If they weren’t going to take this mission seriously and let thousands of innocent people be carted away to be seemingly killed in the depths of space? Then let them. It was their hands that would be washed with blood, not his. He would not lose any sleep this night, or the next, as Naiad would know that he did everything within his power to uncover the truth, and stop whatever menace was secretly lurking just out of reach.

Pushing such distressing thoughts aside in favour of the mission, the Operative continued towards the Hangar bay with the newest batch of infected Sluissi. It was evident that they’d stop him at the door and turn him away, but that’s where his cover story would come into play. While his clothes would pick him out as a simple dock worker, the man who he was pretending to be would be betrothed to one of Sluis Van’s natives. Odd for a Human, but as the Director had mentioned - love blossoms in the strangest ways. Thus, as one could imagine, Agent Solari had found himself engaged in the most… intriguing position to garner the experience he needed to pull off this ruse effectively.

“I’m going to be pulling scales out dark places for the next week. The man whispered as the tide of slithering reptilian flesh passed into the diminutive starport. It was there that he would meet the front lines of this operation, and if his comrades had elected to remain outside for much longer, Naiad expected that he’d be going in the front door alone, and unsupported. Not the greatest avenue, but such was life. That all changed when his sub-dermal communicator blurted to life, sending the teeth rattling vibration through his jaw and formulated words upon reaching his ear. “The game plan?” The Operative whispered as he allowed an infected Sluissi to pass before him. “I’m going in the front door to cause a ruckus. Use the distraction to slip inside and find whatever dirt you can. These people need to know it’s a ploy.”

| [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] | [member="Adrian Cassidy"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"] |​
 
[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Naiad Solari"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] @Vexen @Eldaah Aderyn [member="Adrian Cassidy"]

"Apprentice or not, " Micah began, darting that devil may care grin over to his sister. "We have company."

"How do we know it is Aela's apprentice, eh?" he gave a waggle of his brows, and oh did those eyes ever shine so gleefully at what he was about to do.

"Hurry up and meet up with Solari... I'll be right back..."

With a devilish wink to the younger blonde, he used the crowd around them to blend into their surroundings. The next thing that the blonde apprentice of the elder Talith would see is that instead of three figures, there were now two. Where did the third go?

Blending into his surroundings was easy. Sneaking up alongside [member="Jamie Pyne"] even easier. His Force presence was scattered throughout the area. Sound dampening boots and stealth like masking of his figure completed a seamless method of sneaking closer and closer to the Nabooian noble.

Jamie wouldn't be able to sense the Talith until perhaps it may be too late. His arm went snapping out, intending to grab a hold of her hand and then twist her around into the nearby dark corner. He had every intention of pinning her against the wall, getting a closer look at just what the girl was intending to do.

If successful, the Talith's laughing orange eyes would peer down at the corkscrew blonde with notable mischief.

"You know, if you wanted to come home with us, all you had to do is ask."
 
[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Jamie Pyne"]

An entire expression of feigned annoyance aimed at Kaile would be lost by this defel's fur. She continued to mutter a running commentary on her friend's antics, well aware of what was coming.

"Yeah, no, don't worry Micah. No importa' missions or nothing. Yeah that's fine you just vanish and... Alright, yeah pin her against a wall that's really helpin'..."
 
Oh no, not that grin.

Despite her brother’s comment to move on up ahead Kaili refused on the sheer principle that she was very certain he was about to do something stupid. One Micah turned into three as his signature scattered. Kaili’s eyes would have bled should they have had the ability to roll any harder than they already were. The target was pretty obvious, the method not so much. She had to give her brother some credit, he knew how to make a performance, but Kaili wasn’t an idiot and he was well aware of this. The heel on her boots scraped against the ground as she turned around and headed towards Aela’s apprentice.

She came up close, aaaand sure enough there Micah was.

Kaili was taken aback for a second. Genuine shock causing her to recoil at what she was seeing.

“Geez, Micah.” Kaili almost let her facade drop to expose how amusing she thought this situation actually was. “I didn’t know you were this desperate.”

“... I’m pretty sure you still need to buy her dinner first.” The smile cracked and her nose scrunched as it turned into a more devious grin. “Mother taught you better than that.”



[member="Vexen"] // [member="Micah Talith"] // [member="Naiad Solari"]​
[member="Jamie Pyne"] // [member="Eldaah Aderyn"] //[member="Adrian Cassidy"]​
 
@Vexen @Kaili Talith [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Naiad Solari"] [member="Adrian Cassidy"] [member="Jamie Pyne"]

"I'm sorry sir, but we're only admitting these poor souls that are suffering from this illness," a guard said, stopping Naiad even though he had no idea the man was SIS. The guard had only been a con man skivving off a few credits here or there just a few weeks ago, he wasn't going to even know about the Alliance's clandestine agency. Even as the guard stopped him, the Sluissi were being escorted inside and to a transport with several men and women in lab coats looking like they checking things off on their datapads.

E'or was getting twitchy now, his men hadn't been able to find who had accessed their servers or even where the breach had originated from. His employer wasn't going to be pleased if they couldn't protect the kidnapping phase of the game.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his hands shaking.

"I'm sure, ain't no way to find out where or who," a human from the backwards section of the Rim said.

"She isn't going to like this one bit, maybe I just won't make a report yet and we keep going..." he mumbled before message scrolled across his datapad that a human male was trying to get into the spaceport where they had been shipping Sluissi out of. He sent a quick text confirming that the man shouldn't be allowed inside for any reason as E'or knew that the facade would fall apart quickly if looked at even close to observantly.
 

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