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Nal Hutta
Aboard the Indulgence
Aboard the Indulgence
It had been years.
Despite the time that had passed, Lorelei had never forgotten about Yuri. She still recalled fondly the day they spoke, connected even, no Nar Shaddaa some eleven years earlier. Times had changed, and things were different now-- but when Lorelei found someone she could relate to, she never forgot. And so when a matter came up that required hard, efficient, decisive action-- but with a subtle, discreet, and delicate approach, she thought of Yuri.
She knew where he was, who he was. After all, they both took the same paths when the veil dropped over the face of the Retrade. For years, Lorelei had to disappear; not everyone was as accepting of the raw truth as Yuri. There were people out there, powerful people, that took grave offense to the Retrade's true initiative to bring rise to the Hutts. Over the years, the Retrade had made friends with some of the Hutts' enemies. And so when word began to spread that the Retrade was only a Cartel puppet, and Lorelei was its perpetrator, the threats and attempts on her life were fast and often. It was necessary to die to the galaxy.
But she never truly died, no-- quite the opposite. Lorelei ascended to a position in the heart of the Cartel, a captain of the galactic empire of the Hutts, as a reward for her deeds. It was a title that she was pleased to hear she shared with two of her cohorts, Mr. Tamblyn and of course dear Mr. Sharp.
And while usually matters such as there were delegated to her many enforcers, this particular issue was... Sensitive. Too sensitive.
Sitting quietly in the lounge of her yacht, she awaited the arrival of her companion. At a glance, Yuri might not even recognize her; in truth she looked much the same, but she was dressed in a manner few had ever seen. She wore a suit of ESA Ascendant light armor, a sleek coal black outfit with steel grey plates, with long black hair spilling over her shoulders and the crimson shemagh wrapped around her slender neck. Her compact blaster pistol was holstered on her hip, the same one that was usually conealed on her person, this tmie exposed and carried openly.
Yuri would arrive soon, she hoped, and so she straighened her armor a bit and relaxed on the couch.