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If truth be told, persuasion was an art form. One could not simply vomit words and succor the favor they desired. It took certain machinations to arise beforehand for that ultimate endstate to be realized. Such things came second nature to the middle-aged Falleenan. Such things were long practiced. Over a century of dedication devoted solely to the arts of persuasion. It was, perhaps, this reason alone she’d been assigned the task of of convincing a Corporate dignitary to cease his digging and the fanning of rumors. The interesting thing was, it wasn’t the first time she’d blackmailed someone. Neither would it be the first time, she’d done this line of work.
Nor was she unprepared for this level of delicacy. So, it was with a delicious and devilish smile that she sauntered down the bustling street of one of the upper middling subdistricts of the greater District Three. She had been aboard the DSC Daedalus for about two weeks. Her contacts had been informative. Xora Rzardi was here to complete a task. A favor for the Hutt Cartel and Jack Tamblyn. It was, of course, a distraction from her primary goal. Like so many things of late, she juggled much. With each new responsibility she undertook, her dream of revenge against the ruling class of her people seemed more of a distant memory. Of course, distractions were like that. And, truth be told, she didn’t mind them. Xora was a long-lived individual. She’d waited the span of a human lifetime to achieve her vengeance. And she hadn’t given a deadline to Borga the Hutt, so as far she was concerned there was no real rush.
In the meantime, she would continue to distract herself and build her position in the Cartel. They would serve her purposes until the day came where they were more of a hindrance than not. Until that day, Xora would play the role of the stooge. As she reflected upon all of this, she continued to amble down the bustling street. It was late in the day and she was coming upon an intersection. Landspeeders crowded the lanes, whilst airspeeders zipped through the artificial skies. Pedestrians walked largely oblivious to each other. Turning her head idly, she spied a particularly sharp looking speeder. With its harsh lines, sleek and intimidating physique the retro muscle car called upon her more baser desires. She found herself stopping at the crosswalk, despite it being her chance to cross the intersection to leer at the vehicle longer. As she did so, a sharp whistle existed her lips. Truth be told, the woman was tempted to approach the male driver and strike up a conversation.
Of course, her cold logic forbade such rash action. The CoreGuard - she knew, wouldn’t take kindly to some alien woman approaching a random vehicle. Even if her intentions were not malicious or entirely underhanded. The last thing Xora would need would be to be picked up for solicitation. So, with a heavy sigh, she began to cross, filing the make and model away into the back of her mind for later. Once she had the luxury of time, perhaps she would purchase a like model. Something about retro musclecars had always intrigued her.
Crossing, she turned right down the intersection, walking further down the boulevard towards a restaurant she wished to visit. Of course, her cold logic chided her for taking further distractions from her primary task. Instead of enjoying a superb and warm meal, she should be stalking her prey. However, the night was young and there was ample time for that. Besides, she countered, my mice are keeping tabs on him. Of course, for a woman like Xora, having spies was a necessity. It also was rather easy given her recent windfall of wealth. Xora had always had a knack for finding the desperate and the destitute. She had made a habit of ‘rescuing’ them from their circumstances in the past. Providing an income in exchange for certain services rendered.
It was rather cheap labor, if she were to be honest. And there was never a shortage in the labor force. With each new place she visited, there was always a consistent amount of the impoverished and homeless. Sad, desperate beings willing to do anything to get by. Xora had no qualms with the sort she hired. Vagrants, addicts, drifters and ladies-of-the-night, all found themselves in her employ at one time or another. The woman was never overly concerned about being betrayed. She always paid well or had leverage over them. And if, by some chance, betrayal did strike, there was also the option of their removal. An accidental overdose. An unfortunate fire. A hit contract. Vehicular manslaughter. Anything was possible with the right incentive.
Slowing to a stroll, she passed a shop that smelled of jasmine and incense. Taking a moment to glance in the shoppe’s window, she saw flower vases, incense, candles, stone tea kettles and other such trinkets on display. For a brief moment, Xora considered entering the shoppe and purchasing something. Perhaps she would buy something for Jack? Shaking her head, she turned and continued on her slow journey towards the Yu restaurant she intended to eat at. Every time she visited the Daedalus she made a habit of stopping there. The food was always curiously delicious and a rare treat for her.
As she continued her journey, she felt the sudden and brusque breeze conjured by a speeder that zipped a little too close to the curb. Unlike the other pedestrians who became frightened or angered by the reckless driver, Xora did not bat an eye, but instead welcomed the breeze. Ahead of her she could see another intersection and across the street stood the small hole-in-the-wall Yu restaurant that specialized in Tianlu dishes. Ái'èlóng the place was called. The Famished Dragon. She smiled wistfully as the pleasant eatery came into view. Unconsciously her pace quickened as she realized just how hungry she was.
Moments later, she arrived at the intersection and crossed against traffic. Uncaring of the concerns of the drivers, she easily weaved inbetween the vehicles in her calm haste to enter Ái'èlóng. Even from this distance she could smell the delectable scent of Tianlu cuisine. Drawing closer, she pushed open the door, listening to the gentle ring of the archaic bell. Immediately, her eyes began to adjust to the dim lighting of the establishment. Before her the familiar layout came into view. Rows and columns of simple artificial wooden tables lined the far wall. They were flanked by simple, unconcerned and cheap chairs. Oil paintings from Tianlu adorned the walls. Paper lanterns hung from the Tianlu inspired beams and ceilings. The light that lit the dining area was natural for the most part. Furnished by burning candles that smelt faintly of jasmine and chamomile. Wooden carvings of various mythological Yu creatures were carved into beams and the walls.
To her right, a counter was situated attended by a Yu hostess dressed in a simple black and white ensemble of slacks, vest and dress shirt. Her hair was loosely tied back in a bun and she smiled warmly at Xora as she greeted the Falleenan. Xora returned the greeting and asked for a booth, to which she was led to one. Ordering tea and perusing the menu, she waited patiently and contently for her waiter or waitress to arrive. As she waited, she contemplated how the rest of her evening would go. She knew the rough schedule of this Brosin big shot. She knew his likes and dislikes. She knew he shared a weakness for exotic women and lavish living. Of course, there were certain important details she did not know. How much this Brosin knew about Estarra for starters. What his intentions were. Did he seek to simply stir trouble or blackmail the company? Such facts would become integral to her moving forward. However, she was largely unconcerned.
This was what her mice were for. They had been watching him since her arrival. They had gone through his trash, to gain information. The elite and rich, though often paranoid, overlooked the simplest means for securing advantage over them. His trash was never burned. It was transported to a local landfill, yet before that was held in collection with other mansion’s waste. Idly contemplating the future, Xora absently thrummed her fingers upon the laminated table. In doing so, she noticed the arrival of her waiter with her customary glass of water. Much like the hostess, she noticed he was Yu. Which, was something else she found charming about Ái'èlóng. Everyone of the employees were Yu and all were from Tianlu. It added to the authenticity of the place and its allure for Xora.
She ordered a kettle of wūlóng tea and steamed pork potstickers for her appetizer. Complementing this, she also ordered a bowl of wonton soup. With her appetizers ordered, the waiter left and left Xora to her silent solitude and contemplation. There were few other patrons in the restaurant. Most were Yu families come to dine and reminisce about their homeworld. Others appeared to be foodies that came to expand their palate. Far from her, towards the back and in a secluded section, she spied a crowded booth of Yu ruffians. No doubt there were a part of some local triad. Staring at them for a moment, she caught the attention of one of their members and smiled disarmingly at him. Xora began wondering if she could find a use for them. For now, she would table it for later. It would all depend upon how her first contact with the Brosin executive went. Allowing the smile to fall, she returned to her tea and poured it into a stone cup. Bringing it gingerly to her lips, she gently blew upon it and watched as the steam from the hot liquid flutter up, out and away.
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This is an RP for this mission:
This is an RP for this mission:
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Mission Name: Political Diversion
Location: DSC Daedalus
Details: Aboard the DSC Daedalus, the galaxy's "neutral" station, resides an Estarra office. Regrettably, some big shot from the Corporate Sector seems to believe that Estarra is a Cartel funded operation. Despite the truth of the matter, this rumour cannot circulate.
Objective: Convince the big shot to remain silent.
Payment: 21,000c each.
Participants: Xora Rzardi
Additional Notes: Per DSC Daedalus rules, no weapons, fighting, killing, maiming, or capture is allowed. Star a fight, and you'll be thrown in jail, and the Cartel will have no power to release you.