Ra'a'mah
Baroness
Ra'a'mah Numare watched with quiet composure as the last of the table's participants wrapped up their preparations. The clamor of the cantina—fists, shouts, and the hum of machinery—faded into background noise as she tracked each figure with deliberate attention. Glitch had risen, spinning his glass one last time before moving off to ready his equipment, and Serenai was already outlining her departure, hood drawn and steps measured.
"Meet at docking bay 47."
Ra's gaze lingered on the activity around them, noting subtle movements: who lingered too long, who gave themselves away, and who carried the patience of trained observation. Outside, Vulpesen's abrupt exit punctuated the chaos with a final spectacle, drawing cheers and murmurs, but Ra did not flinch. She had seen distraction orchestrated before; it was part of the rhythm she expected.
Her eyes shifted to the shadows above the docking bay, where a thin, shifting form clung to observation. Wisps of movement, ethereal and fluid, traced along the structural supports without disturbing them. Ra acknowledged the presence silently, noting the efficiency of someone who could observe without detection.
The night air carried the tang of ozone and distant engines as the participants dispersed toward their ships. Ra's movements were deliberate, measured—no haste, no unnecessary exposure. She allowed herself a final glance over the platform, cataloging patterns and flow, before stepping toward her own transport.
Her mind was already working through contingencies, potential obstacles, and unseen connections. Even here, even after a controlled but chaotic meeting, every step, every glance, and every observation was part of the network she maintained. Calm, composed, and ever aware, she moved into position, ready for the next stage of preparation.
"All ready," she murmured to herself, form shifting subtly as she adapted to her environment. Equipment secured, presence minimized, she followed the flow without disturbance—eyes open, senses alert, fully prepared.
Kairi Shaltar
Serenai Vaelthith “Sera Vale”
Glitch Kinthal
Vulpesen
Zarrah Vex
"Meet at docking bay 47."
Ra's gaze lingered on the activity around them, noting subtle movements: who lingered too long, who gave themselves away, and who carried the patience of trained observation. Outside, Vulpesen's abrupt exit punctuated the chaos with a final spectacle, drawing cheers and murmurs, but Ra did not flinch. She had seen distraction orchestrated before; it was part of the rhythm she expected.
Her eyes shifted to the shadows above the docking bay, where a thin, shifting form clung to observation. Wisps of movement, ethereal and fluid, traced along the structural supports without disturbing them. Ra acknowledged the presence silently, noting the efficiency of someone who could observe without detection.
The night air carried the tang of ozone and distant engines as the participants dispersed toward their ships. Ra's movements were deliberate, measured—no haste, no unnecessary exposure. She allowed herself a final glance over the platform, cataloging patterns and flow, before stepping toward her own transport.
Her mind was already working through contingencies, potential obstacles, and unseen connections. Even here, even after a controlled but chaotic meeting, every step, every glance, and every observation was part of the network she maintained. Calm, composed, and ever aware, she moved into position, ready for the next stage of preparation.
"All ready," she murmured to herself, form shifting subtly as she adapted to her environment. Equipment secured, presence minimized, she followed the flow without disturbance—eyes open, senses alert, fully prepared.
Kairi Shaltar
Serenai Vaelthith “Sera Vale”
Glitch Kinthal
Vulpesen
Zarrah Vex