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**Note: This takes place two years after Lanna Singh's current Bio. She is sixteen in the this role play, and fairly more independent.
Lanna sat at a fake leather covered booth, in a dimly lit club. Her hair was scraggly and covered some of her face, as if she were hiding behind it. She sat alone, resting her chin on a fist as she observed the contents of the night's pleasure party. They were dressed up, all glitz and plastic glamour, as an entertainer led a band of distasteful music. The atmosphere did not appeal to her. She didn't feel uncomfortable, but as if the whole scene was meant for looking, not touching. When she was younger she would have disapproved of the chaotic atmosphere. Naturally, when she grew she began to care less of what others did and more of what she herself did. Something about leaving completely intoxicated with a stranger was guaranteed to be against the Jedi way. In her mind, it didn't have to be. Something like that was obviously reckless and small minded.
A wisp of smoke wafted from what she believed to be a fellow's cigar, a booth to the side of hers. She sucked it in through her nose, smelling the flavor of something like incense. It gave her a short sense of euphoria, before she blinked it away. She was waiting for a woman called Chiana Mascova. She had information on a man who went by the name of Jarrius. He was supposedly the head of an enormous drug cartel, based on the exchange of their goods between Mandalore and several other planets. It was an extremely complex ordeal, which had been taking place several years under the noses of the Madelorian government. It was not effective to catch a single initiate in the act of drug exchange because they never knew Jarrius personally. The trick was to go up the line of criminals involved. It was the Jedi's current prerogative to apprehend the head of the organization, who was wanted dead or alive.
Apparently this Chiana Mascova had been cheated out of something that Lanna had yet to find out.
Her master was not present with her, but he was working on the same case at a different location. His teachings rang in her head every time she was on her own. This was not the first time her master left her without carefully looking over her shoulder. He had faith that she could accomplish basic tasks.
She had faith in her capabilities as well, as bold as it sounded. She knew the mechanics of negotiation.
She waited, ever so patiently as time crawled on.
Chiana mascova
Lanna sat at a fake leather covered booth, in a dimly lit club. Her hair was scraggly and covered some of her face, as if she were hiding behind it. She sat alone, resting her chin on a fist as she observed the contents of the night's pleasure party. They were dressed up, all glitz and plastic glamour, as an entertainer led a band of distasteful music. The atmosphere did not appeal to her. She didn't feel uncomfortable, but as if the whole scene was meant for looking, not touching. When she was younger she would have disapproved of the chaotic atmosphere. Naturally, when she grew she began to care less of what others did and more of what she herself did. Something about leaving completely intoxicated with a stranger was guaranteed to be against the Jedi way. In her mind, it didn't have to be. Something like that was obviously reckless and small minded.
A wisp of smoke wafted from what she believed to be a fellow's cigar, a booth to the side of hers. She sucked it in through her nose, smelling the flavor of something like incense. It gave her a short sense of euphoria, before she blinked it away. She was waiting for a woman called Chiana Mascova. She had information on a man who went by the name of Jarrius. He was supposedly the head of an enormous drug cartel, based on the exchange of their goods between Mandalore and several other planets. It was an extremely complex ordeal, which had been taking place several years under the noses of the Madelorian government. It was not effective to catch a single initiate in the act of drug exchange because they never knew Jarrius personally. The trick was to go up the line of criminals involved. It was the Jedi's current prerogative to apprehend the head of the organization, who was wanted dead or alive.
Apparently this Chiana Mascova had been cheated out of something that Lanna had yet to find out.
Her master was not present with her, but he was working on the same case at a different location. His teachings rang in her head every time she was on her own. This was not the first time her master left her without carefully looking over her shoulder. He had faith that she could accomplish basic tasks.
She had faith in her capabilities as well, as bold as it sounded. She knew the mechanics of negotiation.
She waited, ever so patiently as time crawled on.
Chiana mascova