Zonia Kalranoos
Caveat emptor
Gold Dice saloon,Mines of Aeten II
Non-interference was only to be achieved through invisibility, both figurative and literal. The only way to vanish off radars was to equip one's ship with stygium crystals, a rare kind of ore found in very few places in the galaxy. Limited demand warranted extremely high prices, with very few customers being able to buy the crystal needed to power the cloaking device. For those who lacked the funds to purchase it, the only other option was to steal it. Kerrigan was already generous enough to comission a Revenat class Infiltrator for her friend; asking Siobhan to provide the crystals as well was out of the question. Tionne already felt as if she was just using her as means to an end, despite Firemane probably not agreeing. In her eyes, the exchange was fair, judging by the passionate kiss she imprinted onto Thanewulf's lips upon dropping her off in the starport of Aeten II. Clad in an assemblage of dark gray spacer clothes to blend in with the crowd, the former Jedi Watchman observed Sio's transport disappear into the stars, faintly smiling. The fragrance of Kerrigan's perfume slowly dissipated in her nostrils, replaced by rancid fumes of a nearby miner's settlement and ore processing facility. Pulling the cloth of her bandana over her face, Tionne headed for the miner's outpost, whilst remaining wary of her surroundings. Getting used to not having any Force powers at one's disposal took some time. If she still had the ability to trick someone into giving her the crystals, her mission would be trivial. Yet, Tionne had no credits, no thieving skills, no weapon at her disposal. She'd have to get by with the only talents she now possessed - the unerring ability to foresee random events with absolute certainty. A gambler's dream come true.
"Any place here where I can spend a few credits?" Tionne asked a Gand spare-parts merchant who sat infront of his shop and polished what seemed to be a used starfighter accelerator compensator. The Gand looked up, not even bothered to turn on the universal translator, but pointed to a flickering yellow neon sign further down the road into the settlement. "The Gold Dice saloon." the redhead read out to herself, lifting a ginger brow - "Alright. Thank you."