Hard Man to Find

[Prudence]

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The man had been hard to find indeed. His smuggling practices were unorthodox to say the least. Having tracked him from Dromund Kaas, where his exploits had been rather easy to notice, the Sith had had followed him to this spaceport, where it would seem the smuggler was switching public transport.

The halls of this particular spaceport shone with vibrant colors and lights, some advertising products and services, and others mere decorations to demonstrate wealth. Kira could admire wealth when she saw it, and she had made sure that she fit the part of a wealthy traveler. A lavish and frilly gray blouse hung from her shoulders, its sleeves ending at the elbow, and its hem reaching down well past her waist. Below it she had a tight fitting skirt of the same color, ending just before her knee, a slit running through the left side of it.

She passed a rodian couple, arguing with a spaceport clerk over the price of their baggage fares, when she caught sight of him, sitting in one of the many terminals. Kira clutched her purse closer to her, her lightsabers tucked inside, and moved towards him. As she neared she presented a soft smile on her face, speaking curteously,

"Hi... John Ronin is it?"

@Kaeb (sorry for the short opener :P something is better than nothing)

 

[Kaeb]

"Ah Madamé, it depends on who is asking."
"Someone quite interested in hiring your services. You can call me Solum."
"Ah, what services?"
"I need an... escort somewhere that I'm quite unwelcome."
"And what madamé, would cause you to be unwelcome in such a place?"
"Lets just say I don't share the views of those on Tython."
''Sith."
"That's one way to put it."
"I'm a man who cherishes the senses. I need to see the outcomes in order to ensure them.
No more shadowed talk. The truth."
"I'd like to pay the locals a visit, and prepare an area for some associates of mine to visit the planet."
"War."
"That's the name of the game in the Galaxy. An unnecessary evil in order to bring about some semblance of order."
"Spare me. What kind of coin we talking?"
"My pockets are rather bottomless. Name your price."
"...1"
"One?"
"One."
"One what? One million? One cup of caf?"
"One credit."
"Its yours then."
"I've got a rule, not for all cargo but for some."
"Do tell?"
"Fall behind, get left behind."
"That won't be an issue."
"Follow me."
"Very well."​

John admired the stature of the figure before him, she was more a mobile statue than a person, there was something calculated in her tone, unscrupulous and forward in her reproach. Where it not paired with a clear display of hidden intellect, he thought he might find himself pursuing this kind of woman in the bowels of any watering hole he typically found himself in. Her gaze flickered as she looked at him as if she were making minor calculations every second as she looked at him. There was an air to her that caused a deep chill, the kind of chill you feel beneath the skin, the kind you only encounter in the most extreme of circumstances. Part of him knew what she was, he knew the kind of creature that writhed beneath that skin, the kind of shadow that clung to bone, that wore a face and told you it was a person. He had nearly been that shadow himself, if living was a state of ever-hollowing your innards until you were a shell sturdy enough to survive, then he was guilty of hollowing just like everyone else, but he sought to nurse that which remained. To nurture whatever light remained within, his soul, a mirror of scattered stars in darkness. A scrambled being. It was a regular occurrence that he crossed others who walked in the same dim light, those who navigated the same halls he did didn't always operate within his reality. He knew when it came to taking a job, it wasn't his place to question the hand which dealt the cards before him, but he could at least guide the hand away from him, he could prevent any cuts upon his shell.

Suddenly, he realeased his blaster, fiddling with some mechanisms on the side and blasted a sewer grate right beneath them, turning to smile at the woman who called herself 'Solum', he jumped inside the hole, understanding that she would follow as he began their journey for them.

 

[Jedan Ridan]

Public transport was a menace, regardless of which side of the war one found oneself, nothing ran on time - at least a mutual dislike for the public transport system could be shared between enemies, even if nothing else could. Stepping off the MagLev, Jedan passed by two Rodians, the odd bug-eyed creatures appearing to be arguing over their baggage fare.

Giving them a wide berth, he practically walked into a young woman who strode purposefully past him. Nodding, he mumbled an apology hastily under his breath, inwardly cursing and reminding her to watch where she was walking, before continuing to his seat.


OOC - I'm just assuming this public transport was a MagLev? Hope that's OK!

 

[Prudence]

Well I suppose I did agree to keep up.

Kira watched as he suddenly blasted a hole in the grate beneath him, she was sure that the spaceport officials would have quite an issue with him. Ignoring the man that almost plowed right into her, she secured her suitcase over her arm and took a leap downward, hoping absentmindedly that she wouldn't be landing in shit and soil her nice shoes. Her wish, it seemed, was for naught, as she felt the splash beneath her feet. Rolling her eyes as she made sure she hadn't torn open her skirt, and then began looking for John.

She wondered who the man had been, and what had lead him to this. He was certainly a very strange individual. She could tell that he was quite murky in his Force aura. She took a moment of pause, considering how she must feel now. A year ago she had been the shining light, the beacon of hope and peace that the Jedi so loved. Now who was she? A monster? A killer? Evil? No. She was here to bring order. She shook her head, her brown hair bobbing around her shoulders, she didn't care if Ronin thought it was a joke, or just a turbolift speech, she believed it. She would trade every ounce of her soul, too, if she had to.

"You sure do know how to impress a lady, John."