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The following thread takes place a year prior to the begining of DOTR, in the luxurious tourist city of Tyrena, on Corellia.
Mid-afternoon, clear sunny day
What a perfect day.Mid-afternoon, clear sunny day
Every corner of Tyrena was filled with sunshine. A hint of sea air drifed in all the way from the Golden Beaches, and the streets were filled with laughter, awe, and the latest fashions. The excited energy of the afternoon promised to give way to a festive evening, and the seductive call of promoters offered something for everybody. She had actually been enjoying it all...until now.
In may have been bourgeoisie, but Tyrena had always seemed pleasant to Diva. Having performed in Groola's Palace many times as a girl, she very familiar with the city, and it was just too beautiful to let her dwell on painful memories. Besides that, she was on the hunt, and this one was gonna feel good. Oagid Silum. This shad sucking Twi'lek was wanted out in the rim for several counts of of fraud, racketeering, and rape. He targeted small rim colonies, and finally a few had pooled enough money to throw a worthwhile bounty on him. They couldn't afford Hunter's Guild prices, but that all played right into Diva's territory. As an added bonus she actually got to claim moral high ground on this one, something she had nearly forgotten. He was needed alive, but not whole, and Diva smiled every time she thought about it.
Then came the rub. She had tracked him to a Sport Hunting [poachers] club he was a member of, tucked into a side street off the main thoroughfare of Tyrena. No-doubt that clubhouse was filled with sentients of similar character to Ooagid, and it was pretty clear they kept the place locked up tight. Diva had been trying something new called "servelience", which was paying off, just not how she hoped. From the highline gardens nearby she watched a chump little Rodian she knew get the bum's rush. Kriff. The rodian was Dweet, an amateur hunter like Diva, but a much heavier emphasis on amateur. He had now proven what Diva suspected: the doormen had been instructed to close off to the public, meaning no one that wasn't a member, or republic authority (i.e. law enforcement or Bounty Hunter's guild) was getting in. The real pisser was that Dweet had know made it known that Silum was compromised, so he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon either. That miserable, lipless green rodent...
Diva took a walk to clear her head. She blended in well here today, in that she stood out, and tried to let the pleasure of it distract her. She was wearing tight fitting dark grey flight pants, cut to make room for her large, wide toed feet. A dark, burgundy lashaa silk shirt with a v, neck and broad flat collar actually made the very light armor vest she wore half zipped look like a fashion choice. Her well cut white duster hid the two blasters on her thighs, and the knife and stun cuffs on her belt. The most pride came from her hair, which she had made a point of doing the way she liked it today, a high purple mohawk with neat braided rows on the side.
A halo of thick yellow smoke circled Diva as she paced the streets trying to formulate a plan. Gods she loved the T'bacc she picked up here. It tasted like smoked caramel, and gave her a sharp buzz that helped her think. She needed this money, and she couldn't wait to drag that Hutt licking scab back to her ship by his leku. Every moment she took gave him another to arrange some way out. She had maybe a two hour window. Kriff, How could she get to him?
Then inspiration struck, or rather, appeared. Diva fell against a bulding, and threw on her best non-chalant as she spotted one of the galaxies finest exiting his ship. The trouble with being Theelin meant being too auspicious to pull a bump and grab pickpocket...but getting into a docking station... No. No, Diva this is insane. Break into a Sector Ranger's ship for some papers?
For now she waited. Waited and watched. She shifted into a group of smokers outside another landing bay and fixed her eyes on this dashing young Ranger, and the handsome crafte he left behind...It may cost her a bribe or two... but she could get in their. She was sure of it.