Those are MY Delinquents

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Nar Shaddaa​

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Chiasa was en route from the spaceport she frequented to the Golden Nautolan when she received a call over her communicator. Well. She didn't receive it precisely, it wasn't meant for her specifically, it was just on the general open Raven channel. Still, she listened with half an ear to the chatter, it was wise to be in the know. For the most part it was basic, who was heading where, meet points, drop points, running tally of the drug dealers and enforcers as they collected payments or made sales.. Until one of the lads in one of the smaller drug peddling rings called in, panic in his voice slipping through.

"Hey uh, Pustikaya calling in, we got trouble. Some Chick is just.. she's just walking through us. I don't.. Maybe she's on drugs man! She's just little but they can't- no one can- frig! She's heading this way! We need back-up!"

Then he was off air. Likely this was as he'd indicated some junkie too high to feel pain. The drug peddlers weren't exactly picked for either their brains or their martial prowess. Of course there was always the possibility it was something more. The twi'lek sighed. She had her Shotcaller armour on, but hadn't bothered to bring the shotgun for the short jaunt. There wasn't supposed to be any trouble, and Khal was largely in charge of this sort of thing here.

Still..

She checked the coordinates from the last call. She was close. Closer than anyone else. She toggled onto the channel.

"Kritivaas here, I'm nearby, I'll detour and check it out."

"Copy that Boss, be careful, call in if you need assistance."

"Will do."

She turned the speeder, angling the nose down and down, towards the underworld where the call had originated. She parked the speeder a bit away from the dingy tenement building the call had originated from, eying it she shook her head. What had she said about flop houses? Just because they were selling drugs didn't mean they had to be so.. so crude about it. It was obvious as well as tacky.

Steeling herself, the Twi'lek stepped out, chin rising and eyes hard. Her signature in the Force was obvious and easy to find. The Twi'lek was maintaining something, some force power. For her part, she felt nothing, but until someone was actively attacking her or teleporting nearby, this was not unusual.

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Unknown to the Ravens, her time on Nar Shadaa was a mission to see what was going on. From what she saw was a drug deal upon other criminal dealings. She waited some time, letting her face disappear from their records and then she struck the heart of the operation. A hood was drawn over her face as the brown leather spacer jacket covered the soft sweater. A leg rose at a slight angle and snapped upright top of a booted shoe making contact with the man who was making contact to someone. The comm fell from his hand as grasped his face and his broken nose. Falling to the ground, Spencer walked over and pushed the disconnect button from the call between him and whoever was on the other line. Despite doing this, the thug was capable of getting a call for help out.

Blasters fired upon her and quickly with the palm of her hand she absorbed the bolts and dodged the others. The absorbed energy was quickly turned into spears of midnight black which found themselves being thrown through the empty space between her and the thugs. Each dart found its hope in the hands and wrists of the men who were firing upon her. A flash of force energy shot out connecting with their minds. The mentalist showing her dark specialty of Force Horror rendered the men incapable of doing anything beyond twisting on the ground calling for their mothers as they peed in their pants.

Spencer continued to move until she found the crates that held the drugs and other illegal items. Knocking on the crates, she nodded hearing the dense echo - which meant she caught them in time before they transported. Before she could call for her ship to take the crates, a force signature flared her senses. Blinking, she hadn’t sensed it before and sighed figuring that the man was able to call for backup. Spencer rubbed her nose with the palm of her hand, which was still warm from the blasters she absorbed earlier. Her own signature reading as a blurred fuzz and static in the Force. Leaning against the crate, she waited for the big boss to show their face.

“Man, seems this isn’t going to be a clean mission - I’m going to be late for dinner.”

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Be ready.

This thought stood out in the constant checking of facts, running through of plans and details, predictions, concerns, worries and general self satisfaction that was swirling around the Twi'leks mind at any time. Her armour meant she was largely protected from most things, but it wasn't heavy armour, and a shot to the face would kill her just as dead as anyone.

Something, force or her own instincts, the two were often near enough to indistinguishable that it made no difference, told her that this might be more trouble than she'd anticipated. Where once the Twi'lek had been nothing but confidence, now a hearty dose of wariness had been added to the mix. She was desperately missing her shotgun, that was for sure. She could fight, unarmed and with the force, well enough to hold her own at the least and usually win against your average enemy, but how often did she run into those? When was it ever just a run of the mill individual who stood against her?

It could happen. It could be just a junkie..

Yeah right. In any case, the Twi'lek entered the building moving swiftly, the sounds of men crying out for their mothers was a fairly good hint as to which direction she needed to go in.

How many junkies leave men screaming for Momma? Kan't.

Rounding a corner she came upon [member="Spencer Jacobs"] leaning non-nonchalantly upon a crate. She'd not been on planet when Spencer had visited the Casino, and unlike Patricia was not a fangirl. Quite frankly she had no idea who the woman was. They'd never met and the Galaxy was full of pretty little blondes. Yellow eyes narrowed.

"Who the feth are you and what do you think you're doing?"

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer looked up and saw the red twi’lek. Frowning, she sighed and pushed herself off the crate. A hand brushed aside her blonde bangs, “Why are you guys always red? Don’t Twi’leks come in other colors as well?” They were always red, Anaya and some other one that decided to pick on her. Mostly Anaya was the one that left the bad taste in her mouth on more than one occasion. The woman’s question was something she was used to, now if she was Ashin or someone else a bit more prolific in the galaxy then they would know who they were dealing with. Yet, she was just Spencer - known arm candy of one of the most powerful women in the galaxy.

“Who am I? I’m no body you need to worry about. Name’s Spencer. I do have to say though I expected more from you guys. I mean I saw droids and stuff the last time I was snooping around here.” Spencer shrugged and raised her arms above her head stretching for a moment. She could feel the force coming off of the Twi’lek in front of her, there was a lot of potential, but would the woman live up to it. As she stretched upward, a soft yawn came from the blonde’s lips. Her lips smacked as a delicate finger rubbed her left eye. “Your thugs weren’t much of a threat you should probably get some better ones, maybe droids you never have to pay them.” That girlish grin she was famous for spread across her face and she waited.

“So they sent you to deal with me? Whatcha going to do?” [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Hmm, suppose he was right after all and you are on drugs, seeing as you apparently can't see straight."

The whole being called red thing was a bit of a sore spot. Everyone called her red. Or Lethan if they were trying to look smart. She was clearly not red. She loved her skin, and loved her patterning. She was a vain beast, and did not like it when people got these things wrong.

"Tolian. Orange. So yes, we come in lots of colours."

Her reply was laced with more than a little sarcasm. The bit about the droids was also met with an eye-roll. That had been a Patricia thing. A stupid Patricia thing. It was Nar Shaddaa. You couldn't police Nar Shaddaa, that wasn't how it worked, it had just been exorbitantly expensive and a waste of resources. Now the Casino, that was still heavily protected.

"Only an idiot tries to police Nar Shaddaa. Past leaders may have been so, current is not. As for this, this is a small operation. What, did you think you were getting to play the hero? Coming in and busting up the big bad drug ring, making a difference to the everyday oppressed people on the streets? Please."

She made a throwing away gesture, as though discarding the very idea as worthless.

"This makes no difference in the big scheme of things. Even if this had been my main operation, all you would be doing is opening up the scene for someone else, likely selling drugs of lower quality, leading to more over doses and deaths. My dealers also only except credits. You'd be opening the market for those who except services and people in lieu of proper payment. They only reason I even particularly care is that I do not like people acting against my employees. We look out for our own. So. There is your big accomplishment. You've injured some men doing their job. Hurrah for you. Shall we throw a little party? I can order a cake. Have it frosted to say 'Good job'. Again; only an idiot tries to police Nar Shaddaa."

Perhaps she was laying it on a little thick, but those warnings in the back of her mind were still going mad. If she could back this woman down with words, so much the better. If not, fine, but she'd make an effort first.

"So what does that make you?"

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer rubbed her chin for a moment taking in everything the orange Twi'lek was speaking. It was something different. She had expected the woman to quickly attack her, but it seemed she wanted to talk. "Quite interesting an intelligent thug." Spencer remarked, mostly just thinking out loud not realizing how belittling the comment could and probably was. Remembering she was asked a question, she clapped her hands and nodded quickly. "Well according to your ideas and with the situation that we're in now...well that would make me a hero!" A wide grin and her hands on her hips, Spencer stood there quite proud of herself.

Almost instantly though, her smile faded into a devlish grin, the once bubbly blonde focused all her energy on the woman in front of her. "I'm bored with talking. I have a date tonight and I don't like missing dates." The exchange of conversation allowed Spencer some time to recover. Palms no longer red and her mind clear and now zeroed in on the Red Raven's big boss. "Let's see if your mind is stronger than those that work for you." As her lips curled over the last word, Spencer's mind quickly went to work attacking [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] mind trying to locate any in securities and fears that laid in her subconscience.

"Let's play."

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Thug? She was hardly a thug. She might consort with and employ thugs, she was most certainly not a thug. The Twi'lek snorted slightly, a decidedly unladylike noise but really. This woman might be a threat but she was ridiculous. Who cared about her date? Perhaps she shouldn't go starting fights with the Ravens on their own planet if she didn't want to be inconvenienced.

If there was one thing the Twi'lek was good at, one skill she'd worked on in an admittedly lacking repertoire, it was mental defences. This woman was too good, too quick to keep out entirely, but as soon as Chiasa felt her within her mind her defences rose. Her mind, her territory.

Durasteel walls. As high as the eye could see. Scorched from past battles. Thick, thick enough that speeders could race upon the top. But they had already been breached, so allow a gate, open. She did not want the woman trapped in here with her, she wanted her out.

A razor wire field, blood-stained sand, earthworks and trenches dug where the sand gave way to brittle land. Beyond it, bunkers, the muzzles of great laser cannons and field pieces sticking out, arrayed to keep anyone and everything out.

This was new, this she had stolen from Disciples own defences, and for anyone familiar with him, it bore the mental taste and flavour of him. It was not his, but it could clearly only come from one who had been inside his mind.

Past that the Casino that housed her own psyche and secrets, a mixture of her two quasi homes, the Dragon Palace and the Golden Nautolan, with flavours and hints of both but mirroring neither, and it's own defences waiting within.

She had failed to keep the other out, but she would damned well work for it if she wanted access to any of the Twi'leks memories, any of her self.

Back in the physical world, and this was hard, hard for Chiasa to multitask. She could usually keep her defences up without any conscious thought, but they had been down, down as she maintained other force powers which now had to be dropped, hopefully without any ill effects. She moved forward, closing with the other woman. Perhaps she would only be able to maintain a war on one front and a punch in the face would end this. One could hope.

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

So cute.

Spencer made note of the distance, she had a bit of time which allowed her to focus a bit more on the Horror and poking through the defenses of the Twi'lek. She bit her lip as she decided to focus a bit more.

Spencer surrounded herself with her own defenses, if Chiasa was going to counter her mentally she wanted to be fully prepared. There were two casinos, one she knew well and the other she only heard of. Musing she decided to only keep her presnece here, a knock on one of the doors was the only thing she did and she didn't proceed farther.

She was a great mentalist, but even then mental powers only get you so far. If Ashin had been here keeping the physical fight active then Spencer would focus all her efforts on the front she was more comfortable with. Keeping a lingering affect in Chiasa's mind she switched her tactics. Focusing her mind once again on the mental aspect, she went about things a different way. Instead of trying to figure out and chip away at the woman's mind to search for her innermost secrets, Spencer decided to drain the woman from within. She was already inside of her mind, the hard part was done.

As the knocking finished, Spencer placed a hand on the door of the Golden Nautolan. She knew the technique in a different form in the physical world, but what she was about to do was far more devastating in her opinion. To Force Drain from the psyche was something that not many could handle. Spencer wanted to test this woman who seemed so hellbent to protect criminals. Her hand pressed against the door and the force shot out threading like golden ribbons binding themselves to the door to the club. Every part of this world was apart of Chiasa's mind and Spencer was going to use that to her advantage. The cold chill of Force Subjugate would engulf Chiasa's mind if she didn't do something about it.


[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

The Horror was starting to make it's effect known, physically the Twi'leks pupils had expanded and a cold sweat was starting to break out. Here was a truth well hidden from the Galaxy however. The Twi'lek was usually afraid. Often she herself wasn't even consciously aware of it, but she was almost always frightened to one degree or another, she was just living proof of the saying 'fake it till you make it'. Fear could be used to make her careless, but the chances of her curling up and crying for her mother where just about nil. After all, her mother had sold her. Unlike most people, Chiasa knew that at the end of the day when it really came down to it, no one was going to save her, her reaction to fear was generally to get aggressive. Fight or flight, but never cower. Curl up to die and you would do just that.

As something more than fear began to be felt however, the Twi'lek snarled, lowering her head and breaking into a sprint, fighting not to falter, she would bodily check the other woman if she could, to hell with it, she didn't know what this new attack was, draining away her force ability and mentally hurting, but she knew it couldn't be allowed to continue it.

Even as she snarled in the physical world, she howled in her mental one, with a wrench, a twist, the Casino pulled away from the blondes hand, curling in on itself, disappearing as around her the howl turned into something else.. The angry roar of the wind. Suddenly glaring sun beat down from above, the heat enough to make even the reptile wish for shade and reprieve. Sand granules whipped past, and if the blonde looked over her shoulder she would see a wall of sand bearing down on her. Sandstorm. Every detail perfect. And why not? The Twi'lek had lived through them in the past.

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

The sandstorm loomed over head and Spencer frowned, this was the mind’s defense? The woman needed to work on it and if she had been anyone else - there would have been an offer. Though as Spencer’s hand rose to block the attack, she felt something crash into her physically. Puling away from the mental connection, Spencer’s presence disappeared.

The body check was something she had expected, but not as soon as it did. The link was lose for the time being, but she doubted without having some sort of cover she could establish it again. It was time to actually use other forms of fighting. It was fun though, a good exercise in her mental powers. Taking the hit, she relied on the momentum to move her back. She caught her feet and stabilized herself. “Your mind is weak, hopefully in time you’ll get stronger - before someone actually does try and kill you.” Still not drawing the blade, Spencer raised her hands carefully preparing herself for the fight. A flick of her wrist sent two of the dead guards from the ground towards their boss. It was only a distraction giving Spencer some time to think and wait and see what the woman did. “Common now, I’m bored.”



[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]