Spy Game

[Damian Starchaser]

Most of the time Damian cursed the Kaminoan genetics program, it was awkward being as young as he was and yet having the body of an older boy. Then again his most recent growth spurt of almost a cubit put him to a good height and build. Yes he hoped he stayed here awhile. “Good evening,” he said with a smile ordering a drink from the bar. He was wearing a set of fine clothing. [member="Kana Truden"] wouldn’t have approved. She wanted him in rags and to be humble, but it wasn’t in his nature. The bartender handed over a drink to the smiling, yes he liked his latest growth spurt.

Metalorn was a planet of industry, covered with factories producing damn near everything. This particular district was known for it’s clothing industry and so models generally frequented the cantinas, which of course led to an upswing in desperate men trying to bed them. That was why Damian here, not to be a desperate man, but to stop one from making stupid life choices.

“Nagging wife huh?” Damian said turning back to the man after taking a sip of his drink. “I wouldn’t know. I’m not married. But I got a woman like that in my life,” his mind went to Kana briefly and a smile crossed his face.

“The worse,” the man said taking a sip of his drink and looking back at one of the models as she walked by. A Zeltron female. The man's gaze followed her as she walk across to the other end of the bar. He might have been a slimeball but he was also a knowledgeable man and an engineer on some big development project, all very high tech and dangerous. Thus Damian's job.

A woman set next to him and gave him a smile. Damian struck like lightning, “So your wife sounds like a real pill. Hard to swallow,” he laughed loudly at his own joke. The woman gave him a disgusted look before standing up and leaving.

“You’ve had one too many to drink mate?”

Damian hadn’t. There was an art to drinking without getting drunk. Always order before your round is gone letting the waitress take the half full drink, pretend you were already halfway in the bad to begin with, and of course spill. It stopped you from getting a nasty hangover the next day.
Damians eyes darted across the room scanning it, looking for anyone who may be a threat. If it were an enemy agent trying to compromise the man they wouldn’t be driven away so easily…. best to identify them first and foremost.

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Token Waters"]

 

[Zola]

Although the woman was far from innocent, Jemmila Kyrgen, Dark Jedi Padawan of the Obsidian Order, had the patience of a saint. The Hapan had been lounging in the back of a nondescript cantina in the fashion sector of Metalorn, watching and waiting for her mark for several hours, but still held the casual demeanor of one who had just arrived to have a stim caf and tinker around on her Datapad. The man she was seeking: an engineer for the Republic with some schematics that the Techno Union wanted to get their hot little hands on. The engineer in question finally walked in, flanked by a blonde boy who looked barely out of his teens, one of those naive-looking Jedi Padawans with their wind-chafed faces and big blue eyes. He was probably the type that took a vow of celibacy only to have it break at the sound of a bra strap being undone. Of course, Jemmila didn't know for sure that he was a Padawan or even a Force user for that matter, but he sure looked the part, and her instincts were generally correct about these sorts of things. Especially when it came to young men.

Jem ordered another stim caf from the waitress, all the while masking her dark Force signature in case the Padawan, that might not be a Padawan, was indeed a Padawan. Dressed in a snug-fitting wrap dress with a geometric pattern and too-high heels, Jemmila could be a fashion designer, or perhaps even a model. Her first order of business was to plant an infinitesimal surveillance droid somewhere on his person or his body. The ear canal was said to be a good place for it. With the tiny droid in place, the engineer could be monitored more closely, and the location of the schematics could be determined. Unless of course he had it with him. Force knew Jem couldn't be that lucky today, could she?

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Token Waters"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Ice helps. When you wanted to play the part of a drinking buddy but didn’t want the messy hangover the next day. The young man looked at his drink and swirled the liquid around a little letting the ice shift and melt deluding the drink. Damian was rather happy that the women seemed to be leaving the erstwhile engineer along. He was less than happy, though flattered, that they were giving him attention. Especially the younger ones. He happily accepted drinks and would buy a new round for his friend the pair having a bit of a time.

One part drinking partner, and one part chaperone. All this to protect the integrity of a man who would otherwise ruin his own life at the sight of a flesh clad leg and the promise of quid pro quo. Damian had kept his eyes open all night. There was a few suspicious people. A man who seemed to far too interested in the pair, although an hour or two in and Damian figured that one out. He’d been interested in him and was no real threat. There was another who seemed the sinister type, but called it an early night and left them completely unattended. Two women approached the pair. One to distract him and the other to get his newfound friend into a compromising position. They had been chased away in good order by a few poor comments.

That left the raven haired woman in the back. She was curious looking about and not intermingling as much with the rest of the patrons. She also wasn’t drinking instead sipping her stim caf to keep alert. If it was anyone it was her. He kept an eye on her using reflective surfaces. The glass wall behind the bar, a napkin holder. Anything he could do to watch the woman without looking,

Well, if she was here for something sinister she was about to have her night ruined. “We should get you back to your hotel room,” Damian said. Now she’d have to make a move…

He helped his newfound friend up and started toward the door….

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Token Waters"]

 

[Zola]

She caught Blondie looking at her and quickly averted her gaze to a vantage point right behind him. A chrono. She was looking at the chrono on the wall behind him, wondering if she had a few more minutes left to dally around in the cantina before her break ended. Letting out a small frustrated sigh, she dropped her gaze to her Datapad once again, her fingers feigning some banal task that involved typing. Blondie might actually be a problem after all. Out of her peripheral vision the Dark Jedi Padawan saw the two figures rise, and through the din of the cantina, heard the boy mention a hotel room.

Sithspit. The pair was about to leave and Jemmila had not gotten a chance to at least plant her droid. The Hapan decided that more extreme measures were needed. Still seemingly engrossed by her Datapad, she branched out with the Force, inserting herself inside the mind of the engineer. Using the Jedi mind trick that Darth Carach had taught her, Jem planted some thoughts her mark's head, desires that were indiscernible from his own.

You want to have a few more drinks. The night is just getting started. What's the rush? Look at all the pretty girls here. Like the one in the back with her nose in a Datapad. Maybe you should talk to her before you leave. At least get her number.

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Token Waters"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

“But look at all the pretty girls here,” the man said vacantly. Too drunk.

“Yeah a lot of pretty girls,” Damian said smiling still pulling the man along. He resisted and knew what was coming next.

“We should stay,” the man said garbling over

“No,” Damian said, “You’re far too drunk.” he used a little force to convince the man.

“Yeah, so I should at least get her number….”

“Whose number?” Damian asked wrapping his arm around the mans shoulders and pulling him into him tightly.

“The black haired woman, with the com pad in the corner….”

Damian smiled as the man tried to turn around and go to her. Perfect. Not only was she an agent but either was using some sort of pheromones or else… the force. Well if it was pheromones than that meant he’d have been affected as well. “I’ll get her number after we get you to the hotel.”

“But…” the man didn’t really get time to finish his sentence. Damian pulled him a little tighter. You didn’t really want any pressure on the carotid artery when you were in a weakened state. He was out like a light passing out in Damians arms in less than four seconds.

“It’s alright,” he said to the bouncer, “He’s just passed out.” The young man made sure to say this all loud enough that, with luck, the black haired woman would hear. No, this was just about done... Ball was in the womans court now. She'd have to follow them back to the hotel room, or intercept them in between. And now Damian was on the alert...

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Token Waters"]

 

[Zola]

Out of the corner of her eye, Jem could see that Blondie was having none of it. Absolutely zero. Perhaps the engineer's escort wasn't so wet-behind-the-ears after all. There seemed to be more to the man than his deceptively youthful appearance, and that intrigued her. As her mark fell limp in Blondie's arms, Jem had a sinking feeling that she was going to have to get her hands a little bit dirtier. But not yet.

She waited until the two were outside and then she rose from her table, plunking down a tip for the waitstaff. Packed her Datapad away in a satchel, Jemmila strode purposefully out of the bar. She paused to let some speeder cabs with a death wish pass, then crossed the street and began looking in a shop window. She continued to play the part of the young ingenue fashion designer looking for new, hi tech fabrics for her next collection. Through the reflection she could see the two men, and from that vantage point, Jem watched their next move.

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian's eyes narrowed as he led the unconscious man to the taxi speeder and set him in it. There was two options now, leave and go to the hotel room., it was a secure location, or should he allow the principal to go there while engaging the thread. He bit his lip and frowned. There was no guarantee she wasn’t part of a team. That would make sense regardless. He didn’t want his night's work to be for naught when this man got to the hotel and passed the bar only to see a pretty face and get blackmailed for a night's indiscretion.

“To the grand hotel,” he said finally getting into the taxi with the man. He kept his eyes on the woman and felt for his pistol and lightsaber underneath his dinner jacket. Then the cab set off. Down the street and toward the hotel. He was fairly sure she wouldn’t make a play when they were on the move. Too many variables, and there was no telling how the local security forces would act. Their reactions times were sometimes really good, as long as there was no disruption. Damian had to divert their attention at times. “So you must see a lot of drunk tourists,” he said making small talk with the driver.

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

 

[Brooke Waters]

Token Waters did follow in the footsteps of marek a lot. She lover her vices. Though most of hers, lately, were due to loneliness. Had things gone wrong with her and Sindy? She wasn't sure. But what she was sure of was she liked good food and drink and company and music. Maybe she would be singing the blues. What she did know was she was enjoying her time at the hote .

But what was she don't out here? Right. A mission of sorts. Out here to experience a nice hotel so she can help Marek run Bright Star. Was she taking over? She wasn't sure. All she knew was that the indoor pool was warm.

And she loved the water.

 

[Zola]

"To the Grand Hotel," Jemmila heard Blondie say right before the two hopped in a speeder taxi. The Twi'lek shopkeeper noticed the beautiful Hapan staring at her fabrics and was now trying to coax her inside. With a wave of her hand, the Twi'lek's eyes glazed over and she turned away. Once her mark and his escort were safely out of range. Jem herself hailed a speeder taxi and ordered the driver to take her to the Metalorn Grand.

Jemmila was fairly certain that Blondie had caught on to her act. So much for being clandestine. Her orders were to identify the location of the schematics as safely as she could, without the loss of life. However, the Techno Union also insisted that if her own life was in danger, she could kill as a last resort. She would hate to put have to put a lightsaber through Blondie's pretty face.

Finally, the speeder taxi arrived, and Jemmila strode into the hotel's lavish lobby, taking note of the ubiquitous security guards. The Hapan approached the desk clerk, and a few hand waves later, she had a penthouse room along with her mark's room number. With that business out of the way, she found one of the hotel's chambermaids and gave her a generous bribe. If the maid saw the mark leaving his room, she was to immediately report it to Jemmila who would be having a few hours of relaxation in the hotel's sauna.

[member="Token Waters"] [member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

The hotel was much as you would suspect. There was a full set of facilities, amenities, and of course added security. A few guards roamed the corridors, no doubt brought in for the convention. Technology conventions were boring and filled with nerds. Damian knew this, but it was also an important place to find people who might be turned into assets. A spy lived on assets, and a smuggler and thief such as himself was often amongst the guests trying to work angles or gain access to some tech that a rival corporation would pay for.

That of course wasn’t his job today. Today he was hauling the barely conscious drunk back to his room. It was the local securities problem now… he had other problems. Up the elevator he went until he was on a high perch. That is where he watched the raven haired woman come into the hotel. Penthouse. A hand wave, a mind trick, and she was admitted into the hotel. Damian kept watch from his perch, hidden from view until he saw her walk to the Sauna.

Step one, identify the threat. He took a deep breath and started down towards the pool area. He changed quickly at a small changing area and deposited his clothing hastily into a locker there. Step two.. extricate the threat.

Damian walked into the pool grabbing a white towel as he went and heading until he walked into the Sauna….

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Token Waters"]

 

[Brooke Waters]

Token enjoyed the pool. Hell, her mother and father had one at the house and their station above Corellia, the Force rest the worlds’ souls, had a small one, because Token complained. A lot. And well, it worked, didn’t it? Spoiled brat, sometimes this girl. But well, that was what happened when your parents were decently well off. And now she was on paid trips by her company? What was Marek after? Making her part of the board? That was new and she wasn’t sure how she should respond.

And while she was working on that, a vacation showed up. She wished Sindy was here, even if the girl was what… hanging around in the Techno Union again? They needed to have a talk fast. Or else things could get even more awkward. Like they were right now, Token was… hunting. Sort of. It’d been a while, and while she didn’t need physical intimacy to survive, well, it really did make it all worth it.

Looking up, she noticed the dark haired person and then the … was that Marek? No… right? Maybe? Walk into the sauna. Token didn’t like saunas. The air was too hot… too primal. The only time she liked the air to be that muggy was… well, you can guess. Also, Token loved the words and, as well as the use of ellipses to break up the posts. It made them sound like she was a sorority girl, or something. Not far off. Still, the blonde made another lap in the pool before turning her attention back to the person who looked strikingly like Marek, and by person, she meant door to the sauna. She’d just watch.

Weirdo.

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

 

[Zola]

The Metalorn Grand's sauna was an enormous circular space with a centrally located pit of hot coals from which steam was dispersed. All around the pits were benches and lounge chairs made of Laroon wood. Some even hovered off the panelled floor. Hotel guests, human and alien alike, lounged around the sauna, some clad in the hotel’s white fluffy towels, but most wearing only the skin of their species.

Jemmila looked almost demure in comparison, sat cross-legged on one of the benches, letting the steam wash over her towel-clad body. If only she could really relax. Unfortunately, her mind was still on her mission, and when Blondie walked into the sauna, instead of the chambermaid, she felt her adrenaline rise, and it wasn’t just from the sight of his hard-to-ignore rippling, pectoral muscles. It wasn’t a coincidence that he was here. This was checkmate. She was sure of it now. She was not only out of moves, but he had taken the board and flipped over the pieces. Jem decided to simply face the problem of Blondie head on. The question remained: should she make a scene or not.

Looking directly at him, the Hapan let a mental whisper seep into his brain. The only visible sign of acknowledgement was a raised eyebrow in his direction.

Ok, Blondie. You got me. Now what are you going to do about me?

[member="Token Waters"] [member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian didn’t make a move. There was no real move to make, the woman had done nothing illegal yet. Instead he sat down on a bench between her and the Saunas exit turning up the dial on the heat. He breathed in and out a little relaxing as he pondered. He could take her now, tie her down and have her deported on suspicions of espionage, but there was a more than fair chance she’d get out of that. Another option for the young man was to wait and watch for her to slip up so he could finally catch her.

All of this of course was predicated upon him not doing the easiest solution. Kill her. Right now he could lunge across the room and stab her in the throat with his hand to disable her long enough to finish the job. All his instincts and the genetic memory placed in his head were telling him to do that, only his Jedi training prevented him. He even knew what he could do with the body. Drop it in a flow from the spoils and let it wash down river until someone in another district found it. It would be hard enough to trace the deed back to him…

No. Jedi training. He was justice. Instead he’d watch and wait. Let her make the first move….


[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Token Waters"]

 

[Zola]

Blondie gave her no response. He simply let her question hang in the steam-filled air, and took a seat tactfully in front of the exit. Jemmila sensed an air of malice around him, circling his aura like a black halo. It was a feeling that made her question whether he was dark or light. Despite his angelic good looks, danger surrounded him. She began to call the Force into her body. He might detect that shimmering of energy being pulled in, but it was a chance that she would have to take.

Telekinesis was Jemmila's strongest power by far, and after training for weeks on the Machinator, she could manipulate even the heaviest objects with ease. Her eyes narrowed as she focused in on the pit of coals in the middle of the sauna. She took a deep breath and upon exhale, several chunks of coal flew upwards. In a heartbeat, she hurled them towards Blondie where he sat. If he didn't dodge out of the way, his flawless tanned flesh would sizzle from the impact.

While he was occupied by projectiles of burning hot coal, Jemmila, clutching her towel closely around her body, would make a break for the exit.

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Token Waters"]

 

[Brooke Waters]

Token was still in the pool. Because she was a fish. Not really, but she sometimes liked to pretend. Even now she was just kind of relaxing. She didn't know what she was going to be coming across and well, because she was a bit vain so she was in a two piece. Someone might see her, and well, she wasn't getting anything from Sindy, so... why not try? Right? Of course. Made sense.

But then she felt the pang in the Force. What was going on? She surfaced and swam to the edge, keeping her head down, but her eyes up enough to watch what was going on. The girl was a witch, and if worse came to worse? She could put up a barrier. Or send out a vibration shockwave. But the latter would get messy in this place. She watched the door.

Were they having fun, or was it... like, y'know, serious?

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian didn’t give anything away. He just sat as the woman across from him tensed up and started to pull the force into her. Knowing the attack was coming, he prepared for it mentally and when it came he sprung into action. Coals, a poor choice really. Coal burned hot, but as long as you minimized contact it wouldn’t burn resilient flesh. It was how people walked on Coal, Damian had never done it… but he knew the principle behind it. He charged forward swatting a few pieces and just running through others letting the fiery rocks bounce off his flesh. It hurt, a lot, but there would be no permanent damage as long as he was quick.

A little burn was nothing. Damian surged into the woman and slammed her up against the war. As he slammed into her he grabbed her arm that wasn’t holding up her towel. His other forearm was pushed up against her just above her breasts and below her throat. “None of your drama now missy,” he said applying pressure with his forearm to pin her into the wall. “Now tell me what you’re after, and who you work for and I promise to tell the authorities you’re a cooperating asset. They still have the death penalty for spies on Metalorn…”


[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

 

[Zola]

As burning pieces of combustible black rock flew through the air, cries rang out. The other guests, indignant that their place of relaxation wasn't so relaxing anymore, began to run around like terrified Nunas. Some people even made it to the exit. Jemmila wasn't one of those people. She felt the air leave her lungs with a whoosh as she was slammed against the wall. Suddenly Blondie was pressed up against her, with his arm against her throat. The Hapan's body was pinned and winded, but she was not completely helpless.

"I won't tell you anything until you take your hands off me," she gasped, her large brown eyes staring directly into his.

Jemmila let her other hand drop the towel that separated her body and his, preying to the Maker that he was as red-blooded as he looked. She had no idea if her nudity would even have an affect on him, but if she distracted him enough she could replenish her well of the Force long enough to send out a violent telekinetic pulse.

You could only work with what you had, and right now she only had the skin on her back.

[member="Damian Starchaser"][member="Token Waters"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Their eyes connected, Damian’s and Jemmila’s large brown orbs. “No,” Damian said to her plea to let her go. If he loosened her up she could possibly break free and escape. Instead he pushed her tighter against the wall applying more pressure and then she dropped her towel. Damian looked down and gulped a little. No, he couldn’t be distracted. More pressure now, he needed to close the gap and give her fewer options. He pressed her body against hers and quickly moved his free hand to grab hers pulling at her wrist.

“I’m not that easy…” Damian said. But boy did he want to do… something… There was a sense of exotic tingling in the back of his mind. It was a memory not his own, a voice in his head telling him to cut loose and have fun. [member="Marek Starchaser"] was a fool. “It’s either talking to me.. or talking to a…” Words escaped him as their flesh touched one another. Interrogator you idiot. “an interrogator. I promise you they won’t be as kind as me.

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Token Waters"]

 

[Zola]

She saw Blondie's adam's apple bob as he swallowed. Hard. A potential weakness had been found. Then, Blondie pressed his bare chest against hers, and Jem felt her knees buckle just a little bit. The rush she got from the friction of their skin surprised her. She noticed his words were failing him, his composure breaking, but not enough for him to let her go. Not yet.

Jemmila saw a few hotel security guards entering the sauna. Sithspit! Some idiot must have called them when the coals started flying. It was possible that she could use them to her advantage of course, but the last thing she wanted to do was attract attention to herself or her mission. It would be better for her if they simply went away. She stepped up on her tiptoes and whispered in Blondie's ear.

"I'll talk to you if we go somewhere more private, but right now, kiss me."

She titled her head in and gave him a kiss. The exquisite kind of kiss that broke only when you had to catch your breath.

[member="Damian Starchaser"][member="Token Waters"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian was kissed! And what a kiss. Their two bodies intertwined and Damian found his himself gently caressing the woman as her own hands explored his body. A single passionate kiss before he released the grip and twirled the woman around controlling her wrist and preventing her from moving. “I told you,” he said whispering into her ear. “I’m not that easy.”

Then to security he said simply, “She’s a spy. No hard evidence, but you can hold her for twenty four hours for questioning.” That was the legal way to do things. Then again he found himself whispering, “The engineer is under my protection. Stay away.”

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]