Ask Shadows In The Light

[Vayla Mirana]

Spoiler: Music IC

Practically the entire galaxy had heard of Endor. However, fewer knew of Cermau. It was a planet connected to the former, along the same hyperspace trade route, but was otherwise unremarkable.

Truthfully, despite being an explorer, with a heart that burned for adventure, one woman would have never drifted this far between the stars to arrive on Cermau unless the occasion called for it. As it so happened, it very much did.

It wasn’t necessarily for the city. It wasn’t really for this establishment and its music. It wasn’t exactly for the patrons in it or the denizens in the streets. It certainly wasn’t for the average beverage in her grip. It was for just one other person as much as a lonely rumor.

Fingers turn the gin on the tabletop, dry, with no tonic or cocktail. Lifts it, gin tips from rim, sips it, licks lips. Tastes like spiced pine. Can’t complain. The drink wasn’t quite her focus anyway.

No, her cybernetic eyes were on the greater floor of the cantina, Turner’s Corner. It wasn’t rich, wasn’t poor, catered to the honest as much as the not so much. One shadier character, in particular, was who this Pantoran woman waited for.

She looked inconspicuous enough for the mission, dressed in a tan leather jacket, black shirt and jeans. None would recognize her for being of the light, never mind its shadow, though she did not sit alone.

Her and another, at the same table, were waiting for the arrival of their target. When that target was a known high profile criminal, wreaking havoc with the darkness of the Force, well, you might send in two Jedi Knights.

Though, when they were unknown, only suspected of being in possession of a Sith artifact, even if they didn’t know it, and on this planet to sell it to those who also do or don’t know, well, you just might send in two Jedi Shadows to investigate. And so they wait.

@Malum In Se

 

[Lúa’Katal]

There was something odd about wearing colon garb and doing away with the layers and bindings of armor and robe. A warrior ought to be just as deadly within as out of their armor, though.. or at least that was what the Guardians always preached.

Drinking down fermented plant sugars in the form of something akin to aged tequila, the Shadow Sage sat back and sipped. They did not know who or when and sort of knew where.. but there was much to leave up to the Force.

Kiffar at a glance, adorned with a qukuuf of an aged metallic gold hue that was framed by long curly hair — except it was tied back at this point neat and against to the nape. Donning a black mock turtle under a tanned leather jacket; there was not much suspicion to the two sitting based on outfits alone. They had picked away at a bit of food and drink by now but the artifact in question had yet to present itself..

Unless… unless that twinge in his finger was not the inkling of Force energies meandering toward them and was simply an ache in his joints?

No, it had to be. The surface thoughts of stress, business, secrets, distrust for one’s surroundings began to trickle into the cantina’s periphery and thusly came on radar for the scanning Shadow at the table. The cybernetic accoutrements his partner bore were quite nice for utilizing less of the Force. He himself was whole and traditional, but he made no remark or comment toward the augmented— sometimes it was not their choice to have such a thing be done to them.

For this reason, he had not brought it up. Merely complimented her when they had converged. It was times like now that he was thankful for differences and diversity, as she could see more without giving herself away or triggering anyone. The odds of a force sensitive observing their subtle work was rare; the Shadows did not have much room for those who could not blend or hide away well enough.

For now, Lúa drank his tequila and mulled over the smoky and sweet tones, mentally prepared to pull a knife out of the Light or lock the cantina in should he do what was necessary. Being so public and obvious was looked down on, and was usually what kept the eccentric at bay and out of complications like a shootout in the Outer Rim.

A case had come into sight, but it was not much different than the packs and rucks that others had come in with.. something felt different, though. More different than the Chev, the Twi’lek, and the Lasat that had come through the doors recently.

His eyes glanced to her own, adjusting in his seat just a bit and pinching the citrus-like wedge on his glass to suckle a bit of juice and pulp from it before dropping the gnarled slice into his drink.

It was almost time to be moving along, but the Force did not dabble with time so consciously as they, and for this he knew that soon was relative and unexpected as could be.

@Vayla Mirana