Jamilla Shall
Cradle Master
Location: Chespea
Outer Rim Territories
"A demolition crew does not just….disappear. Zhey do not just pick up zheir equipment and…walk away."
The Togruta's eyes - normally black and shark-like, grew narrow against white circles tattooed permanently around her narrow face.
She laid a single red hand upon the counter of the bar, ignoring the small amount of fine dust that now coated her outstretched fingers from the air outside.
"Please. As owner of zis….establishment…" Her voice gave off a whiff of thinly-veiled disdain, despite her years of training, "….Among such a small city like zis….when a new face shows up, you must notice it….no?"
She blinked slowly, to show the barkeep that she meant her no harm.
The owner, a short humanoid with wrinkled orange skin and narrow little eyes beset by wide, round spectacles made of glass - a species the Togruta could not place at all - peered up at the horned woman leaning over her bartop.
"When new faces show up - especially new faces that carry nice gear and don't talk like they're from around here - I don't say nothing. And I especially don't say nothing to people who look like Jedi - or their friends."
She jerked her head in the direction of the dark-haired human woman who had hung back to find a seat in a corner booth. The barkeep went back to polishing a glass mug with her dingy rag.
Master Shall stood quietly for a moment. Her eyes flicked back to her human companion, and her hand stayed still upon the dusty countertop. Multiple options seemed to swirl silently around her horned head before she seemed to make a decision by casting her eyes down at the small humanoid again.
"You will tell us who you have spoken to - regarding zhe temple crew," she said quietly. Her hand barely lifted from the bar.
The barkeep watched her hand for a moment, before her small eyes looked into the Togruta's. Her face became wrinkled by a mischevious little smile.
"Those don't work on me. And I ain't saying nothing."
Jamilla's face would have blushed, if her skin had the ability to grow any deeper in color. Instead, her lekku flashed brightly blue. It was even possible her surprise flowed through the Force, back toward her human companion.
Mind tricks don't work on her species, she realized a beat too late.
She smoothed the front of her travel cloak to soothe herself and breathed deeply to regain some semblance of control over the mystery that still hung about this dank tavern.
"Well, in zhat case…I thank you for your lovely company…and my friend and I will have a round of your best wine…in zhe corner booth."
She laid credits upon the bartop and took her leave, her headtails swirling gracefully as she turned on one heel.
The Togruta returned to her table and looked upon a familiar face - the face of the Grandmaster, who she must now report failure to, but who would still happily share a drink.
"No help from za barkeep. If we are going to find out what happened to zhe demolition crew - we will have to piece eet togezher on our own, Master. But first - a drink."
Her eyes fell upon Valery Noble as she took the seat across from her.
Tags:
Kaila Irons
Valery Noble
Outer Rim Territories
"A demolition crew does not just….disappear. Zhey do not just pick up zheir equipment and…walk away."
The Togruta's eyes - normally black and shark-like, grew narrow against white circles tattooed permanently around her narrow face.
She laid a single red hand upon the counter of the bar, ignoring the small amount of fine dust that now coated her outstretched fingers from the air outside.
"Please. As owner of zis….establishment…" Her voice gave off a whiff of thinly-veiled disdain, despite her years of training, "….Among such a small city like zis….when a new face shows up, you must notice it….no?"
She blinked slowly, to show the barkeep that she meant her no harm.
The owner, a short humanoid with wrinkled orange skin and narrow little eyes beset by wide, round spectacles made of glass - a species the Togruta could not place at all - peered up at the horned woman leaning over her bartop.
"When new faces show up - especially new faces that carry nice gear and don't talk like they're from around here - I don't say nothing. And I especially don't say nothing to people who look like Jedi - or their friends."
She jerked her head in the direction of the dark-haired human woman who had hung back to find a seat in a corner booth. The barkeep went back to polishing a glass mug with her dingy rag.
Master Shall stood quietly for a moment. Her eyes flicked back to her human companion, and her hand stayed still upon the dusty countertop. Multiple options seemed to swirl silently around her horned head before she seemed to make a decision by casting her eyes down at the small humanoid again.
"You will tell us who you have spoken to - regarding zhe temple crew," she said quietly. Her hand barely lifted from the bar.
The barkeep watched her hand for a moment, before her small eyes looked into the Togruta's. Her face became wrinkled by a mischevious little smile.
"Those don't work on me. And I ain't saying nothing."
Jamilla's face would have blushed, if her skin had the ability to grow any deeper in color. Instead, her lekku flashed brightly blue. It was even possible her surprise flowed through the Force, back toward her human companion.
Mind tricks don't work on her species, she realized a beat too late.
She smoothed the front of her travel cloak to soothe herself and breathed deeply to regain some semblance of control over the mystery that still hung about this dank tavern.
"Well, in zhat case…I thank you for your lovely company…and my friend and I will have a round of your best wine…in zhe corner booth."
She laid credits upon the bartop and took her leave, her headtails swirling gracefully as she turned on one heel.
The Togruta returned to her table and looked upon a familiar face - the face of the Grandmaster, who she must now report failure to, but who would still happily share a drink.
"No help from za barkeep. If we are going to find out what happened to zhe demolition crew - we will have to piece eet togezher on our own, Master. But first - a drink."
Her eyes fell upon Valery Noble as she took the seat across from her.
Tags:
Kaila Irons
Valery Noble